“Broken heart, one more time. Pick yourself up, why even cry? Broken pieces in your hands, wonder how you’ll make it whole … ‘This can’t be the way,’ you say, ‘something’s gotta change and mend this broken heart of mine.’ Someone said, ‘A broken heart would sting at first then make you stronger.’ You wonder why this pain remains. Were hearts made whole just to break?” Barlow Girl, Porcelain Heart
Self injury has taken such a dominate hold on my life. I keep falling down the dark slippery slope and I wonder now, why even try? Why should I bother to try to stop when nothing is alright? Nothing is okay now, nothing has been okay for awhile now, what’s the point in setting up false hopes that things will change?