My arm is such a mess
I can't stop hurting myself
I have hurt Chloe so badly
I will never be able to make it up to her
How do you explain her being put in foster care and not her sister
Her not being allowed to be at home with me, her mother
So I have to make the pain
To punish myself for the hell she is living
For the hell she has lived in
She is just a child
Not capable of tuning out from all the BS
Got what is on my arm currently dressed today
1 nurse said it was infected, the other said it's not
But it's dressed anyway
Thought the dressing would be good as it covers most of the area that I prefer to use
But the urge is so great, and I am barely here I dissociate so easily
I know for a fact I will wake in the morning with a new scsar somewhere on me.
Someone was watching out for me at the supermarket yeasterday.
Had blades on the belt, but got the total rung up before it went thru
Had already blown my budget
So didn't get them
THANK GOODNESS