I gave my boss my knife.
Told her I was cutting again.
I asked her to throw it away.
Now I’m placed on leave.
It’s okay, they’re concerned.
It would seem they care,
and they want me to get better.
I’m going to use the opportunity.
I will come back stronger,
I will come back more capable.
No longer will I be bleeding.
Bandaging self made wounds.
But it’s far from here to there.
I have so much in front of me.
It’s hard not to be scared by it.
It’s hard not to be overwhelmed.
My scars are hurting too many,
and even if I can’t stop for me,
I have to try and stop for them.
So that’s the plan, stop cutting.
That is easier said than done.
But I have support from family,
and kindnesses from strangers,
to help me through this tunnel.