Poem I made. TW: dark/personal.

[A Former User]

Some things are easy to forget, but not as easy as regret.
My mind tells me no while my heart tells me go, to hurt and harm without a sign to slow.
But then there’s the guilt. The guilt that fills up my body and shakes my nerves, that bangs on my skull and makes my head hurt.
I can’t stand to stay nor stay to stand. I’d rather sleep the urges away than heal my own damaged hands.
The feeling I crave so, but promises won’t let me go.
I broke a promise, and so I’m here.
Here relapsed and in deep dark fear.

-Cyx M.

[A Former User]

@Xavier-M 😱