You think you're
okay.
You've been clean for
awhile.
Then one night you have to urge to cut.
And you do.
But it's only one.
But then it's 20.
Then you remember how much you used to love it.
You wake up and feel disgusting.
You can't believe you did it.
That night you feel horrible.
Because you cut.
You weren't supposed to.
And now you're thinking,
"Well I already relapsed, what's one more gonna
do?"
Now your skin is covered again.
Jeans in the summer, long sleeves in the sun.
No one questions it.
You become more depressed with each mark.
And the more depressed you become,
the more cuts you make.
Now you're back in that dark hole,
even though you thought you were finally okay.
Relapse & Recovery is a
never ending cycle.