That’s how a song by Nickelback goes. The interesting thing is that no matter how much everyone tries to talk about making a better world, very few people actually act on making a better world. I can’t tell you how many people I see every day claim to want to stop tearing people down, to stop bullying, to stop making other peoples’ lives miserable. Bottom line: people keep saying they want to make a change. Excuse my harshness, and stop saying something and just do it.

-Michael

Whoever you are, whoever you may be,

I won’t sit here on the other side of this page and tell you that ‘this is bad’ or ‘you can’t do this’. What I say doesn’t matter. The choice is yours. If you want to injure yourself that badly, there is nothing in this world that I can do to stop you.  There simply aren’t the words.

Before you cut, know something. Once you start, you won’t want to stop. Most people will look down upon you. You will feel ashamed. You will be stuck. Even if it’s just once, you will be hooked. It doesn’t matter how resolved you are to jut go once. Once you make the decision to self injure once, you will do it again. The once will turn to twice, the twice to three times, and so on. You will continue this habit whenever you feel anxious, angry, afraid, sad, or even when you aren’t feeling anything at all. 

This will continue until your entire life has become cutting. When you constantly wear long sleeves, or long pants. When you’re always afraid of someone finding out your secret. There’s always help, but once you start, it becomes much harder to listen to anybody (who are just trying to help). You will see the help as attacks on you. You will get defensive. 

Think about what this would do to your family. Imagine if they found out. Well, you may want to start finding excuses. If you start, someone will find out, and believe me, they will question it. It doesn’t matter how much you try to hide it, they will find out, and even if you give them an excuse for what happened: they will figure it out. 

I don’t know you; I don’t know your situation, all I know it that the life I once lived was not one I enjoyed. If you’re going to do this, be ready. If this is the life you want to live, by all means: it is your life. As someone once said: “As long as you’re happy”.

-Michael

If you need to talk, leave me a message: livelifebyliving.tumblr.com

‘Letter to a Self Injurer’ by Michael Garrett is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

How the hell could you do that? Maybe more importantly, why the hell would you do that? You told me everything and trusted me with anything. You could text me whenever you needed something, even at 3 a.m. (which you did). You knew I had feelings for you. You KNEW it. You let me flirt and talk for so long, and you went along with it. Then suddenly out of nowhere you decide to tell me about the other guy. Thanks for everything. I’ve learned a LOT this time.