Self harm Isn’t just slit wrists Cuts on your arms Putting out cigarettes On your thighs   Self harm Is ignoring the storm Never seeking calm Letting the weight inside Pull you down It’s papering the cracks Ignoring the fact That you’ve fallen down And you lack the strength To get back up On your […]

It’s the little white lies That do the most damage Like the cut of a knife Over and over again You tell me that you’re okay Even when I know you’re not You tell me that it’s nothing Though I know there’s something troubling you It’s these little white lies That mean I cannot help […]