You don’t know how it’s gotten to this point.
Everything has just gotten to the point where it’s too much.
You can’t take it.
You don’t know what to do.
You feel trapped, stuck, lost.
As thought the walls are closing in on you.
The pain you feel, it’s consuming you completely.
You can’t fight it, it’s crushing you.
You literally can’t breathe.
You just want to escape, want the pain to stop.
You want to have control.
You’re losing it.
You pick up the blade, or scissors, or knife,
Ready for the ‘sweet release’ it is said to bring.
Stop and think.
Stop and think before you press that blade to your flesh.
Stop and think before you drag it across your skin.
Think about summer time, everyone wearing shorts and tank tops, while you’re stuck in your long pants and long sleeve shirts.
Think about that pool party, and having to make up an excuse to all of your friends as to why you can’t go in the water.
Think about that dance, the dress all picked out, but instead of worrying about your shoes or hair or makeup, you’re worried about how to cover your scars.
Forget about looking at a pair of scissors, pencil sharpeners, bobby pins, safety pins, tacks, razors, knives, or any sharp object the same.
Forget about not saving your money so you can buy “better” blades.
Forget about looking at cuts or blood in general the same.
Forget about having complete control over this, that you can stop whenever you want to.
Forget about thinking this won’t become an addiction.
Do you want to worry constantly about people finding out?
Do you want to worry about whether your sleeves are long enough?
Do you want to worry about people finding your “tools?”
Do you want to worry about bleeding through your clothes?
Do you want to deal with the constant itch?
Do you want to worry about getting an infection?
Do you want to it to be the only thing you ever think about?
Stop and think before you pick up that blade.
Please, just stop and think.
I know it gets hard, believe me, but there are other ways.
You don’t have to run that blade across your skin.
You don’t have to go down that road.
There are other ways, so many ways, to help yourself instead of this.
Talk to someone, a friend, a counselor, a parent, a teacher, anyone that you can trust. (You can also talk to me).
Use alternative, safer ways, such as snapping rubber bands, squeezing ice cubes, or drawing on your skin.
The blade is not the answer to your problems, I know it may seem that way, but it isn’t.
So please, stop and think, before you do what you’re tempted to do.
Just stop and think, before you reach the point of no return.