TRIGGER WARNING & BRIEF EXPLANATION:
Brief Poem About Self Harm
Please Be Cautious.

Hey, 2020 Luca realizing how dumb i can be.
I'm not going to outright take this poem down, but I went ahead and removed the image and put it reeeaaaaallll far down. I wrote this before I even thought about trigger warnings as a thank you to my ex boyfriend who (literally) caught me red handed one time. He's an asshole either way but i am still grateful for how he helped me out of this situation. In no way do I think you should self harm ever. I did it for years and the scars still feel funny when i touch them.

This was supposed to be more of a reminder that you can lean on others in your time of need and a way of telling him thank you. I had hid it from everyone and to this day only a handful of people know about my experience with self harm. It's a scary thing and at the time I didn't really grasp how fucked up I was and that I needed help. I opened up to him in so many ways that eventually helped me open up to others. He never kissed my scars, he tried to help me away from it. And that's not always the case. You won't always have someone to push you in the right direction. And those people who will try to help you can end up hurting you, or eventually end up leaving you in an even worse way.

Writing has always been the way I released things and finally laid them to rest. The day I published this was the last day (at least for a while) that i self harmed.

If you ever feel alone don't forget that there are always people who care. Whether or not you have friends or family, the people who run hotlines and shelters care. And I also care.

I may be slow at replying and give shit advice but always know that my messages are open to anyone that needs an ear.

From the suffering to the suffering,
peace out

Once upon a time
My blood dribbled my arms.
But your hands save me from mine
and shielding me from harm.