He grabbed a tissue and gave it to me, I was confused before he explain I was bleeding from my arm and cheek because I’ve been scratching, and surprised when I saw that precious red against the soft white.
I hurt myself when anxious, sad but mostly angry and I do it in more ways I’m conscious about. It feeds the shame and guilt in an endless destructive cycle that crushes me, above all when, in my mind, someone abandons me, even if I’ve runned away from more people that have left me.
“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”
― William Shakespeare,