I used to think the best way to self harm was to fall in love. I hated myself and wanted to put myself through the worst type of pain my body could endure. So, when I was at my lowest, broken down, far from home I fell in love, the best way I could cause harm to myself. It worked because he didn't catch me. Now I'm on the ground broken, bruised and I don't know what else to do. Laying here on the beautiful cold snow covered ground, I took the sharpest piece of my shattered heart and I carved our love story into my skin.