Congratulations you’re clean

But you never are, are you?

Never holding back from a though to cut

Or an urge to do it once more.

The longer you wait the faster the clock ticks

Ringing when you’ll relapse.

The fate of stopping never crosses your path

Just the image of being able to,

but not wanting to.

Being clean is just a mindset right?

Relapse until it’s right.

Relapse until you’re clean.

Relapse until those deep red cuts start to turn white.

Relapse until you hold your blood by a towel

Alone in the darkness.

Relapse until it’s enough, until you’ve done it.

You can stop whenever you want.

But you don’t want to, do you?

If you did you wouldn’t have cut up your thighs

Your arms

Your stomach

Your everywhere.

If you really wanted to be clean you would use sharpeners as meant to be used.

If you wanted to be clean you wouldn’t cut before you showered so you could feel the stinging of your actions.

But you don’t.

You’re never truly clean, just taking a break from relapsing.

Relapse until

Until

Until the urge goes away

If it ever will.