I Beat Self-Harm.

This time last year
I was cutting away
Depending on that one thing
At the end of everyday.

Failed to see the danger
Caused by my self-harm
Seemed to just "forget"
About the veins deep in my arm.

Something to rely on
When no-one else was there
Falling deeper and deeper
But showed no sign of care.

Crying myself to sleep
Craving for that knife
This was a simple way
To stop me taking my life.

Weeks and months went by
I had shown no sign of strength
It was clear the knife took over
More than I had meant.

The pain and hurt got worse
As I realised it wasn't right
But I still craved that knife
Each and every night.

I told myself that was it
And that I was going to stop
Whatever it would take
That knife I would drop.

I was desperate to cut
To make a little slice
For things were getting bad
For me, in my life.

I cryed to see the blood
Escape from beneath my skin
Fortunatly I kept strong
I was determined I was going to win.

I still question myself sometimes
Because 7 months later on
I can say this very proudly
I beat self-harm.