Venting This is how I cope

[Griever]

It's strange, how pain can become a comfort. How the sting beneath the skin can quiet the chaos in my mind. It isn't about wanting to die - it's about needing to feel something I can control. Something sharp, something real. The burn, the ache - it grounds me, and in that moment, I breathe again.

But then it becomes a cycle. Not relief. Not release. Just a craving. Like a drug I never meant to take, but now I can't live without. I promise myself every time, never again. But the silence creeps in, and the only thing louder than the loneliness is the desire to make it stop.

I hate that I find comfort in hurting myself. I hate that it feels like the only way to keep from drowning. And yet, I keep going back. I keep chasing that moment of stillness, even though I know it never lasts.

 

[The Actual Devil]

Always impressive, the way you draw together such heavy thoughts with a sparse number of words. I've engaged in much self-harm myself, and this is the first time I've really seen it this way.
Like a life preserver made of razors and needles.
I encourage you to keep expressing yourself.
But if you ever want to talk about anything, my DMs are open.
Oh, and I like the new pfp. The whole theme of it, really.

 

[Griever]

Always impressive, the way you draw together such heavy thoughts with a sparse number of words. I've engaged in much self-harm myself, and this is the first time I've really seen it this way.
Like a life preserver made of razors and needles.
I encourage you to keep expressing yourself.
But if you ever want to talk about anything, my DMs are open.
Oh, and I like the new pfp. The whole theme of it, really.

I appreciate it and it really means a lot to me