God Help Me Poem by Zoe Adams

God Help Me



Its much worse now - its all i can think about. That sting. The satisfaction of knowing te noise will go, even if only temporarily. That moment of silence is worth everything. The hiding. The secrets. The lies. It goes away - its the best feeling in thd world.

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Exerpt straight from my diary about my struggle with cutting.
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