'You have to get up and face them every day. You have to pretend he didn't hurt and destroy you the night before. Look into his eyes. Watch him grin. You have to be nice to him. You have to let him hold you in his arms and tell him that you love him.'
'No one helps you. No one comforts you. No one tells you it's not okay. No one stops there. No one cleans up your blood. No one'
I can't stop it. I can't stop making myself bleed. It's getting worse, it's running down my legs just like when I was child.
I don't know why I do it.
But I keep doing it
I need to stop. It's already so damaged
It's so fucked up. I'm so fucked up.