i have nothing more than my arms. i have nothing more than my blades. i use both wisely. i work and make art and my skin is scarred reflecting my brain and it’s shell. theres often too much going on in my mind and what surrounds me. today i feel lesser because i have no way to hurt myself. its as simple as the fact that i feel broken. i feel so unfixable i let myself fall further into the comfort of my bed and yet for a moment ill feel happiest when im helpless, alone and at my lowest.