they took everything from me mentally before, they stripped me of all my inner fire.
but something happened something changed inside of me i started to burning and crying and i yelled and i clawed my skin to pieces and i felt the warmth of blood, the blood on my arms from my own nails began to hug me and make me feel better. i closed my eyes and i felt the love for myself that had been long gone. Nothing had hugged me more lovingly than my own self inflicted pain and demise.
i have permanent scars on my arms and sometimes when im really sad. and i close my eyes and begin to tear, i place my hands on my scars and they hug me back, i feel the warmth from every marking telling me no matter what this fire doesnt stop burning. i shouldnt hurt myself but many men have different tools of coping and pain has worked best for me.