The birds are back and dying to fly.
The longest I had ever been self harm free.
All thrown away over six words.
“You look like you’ve gained weight.”
Food is the enemy again.
"Three months self harm free!" I text her after I wipe the dried blood off.
"One month purge free!" I text her after I pull my head from the toilet and rinse my mouth out.
Things were easier before I had friends.