this is me on my darkest days the first time i ever cut . what i was thinking about but i do know i felt alone . when ever i called out for help it like no one can hear me and never will . i really don’t know why i feel this way . i’m dead inside and it just happen i guess it just a feeling. i really don’t know when i made this decision but i know that i gave up on trying to live. because there nothing here that i want to stay alive for. Just pain and darkness .
Im going to tell you when i started cutting . my first cut is when i felt all alone . it was the the day my dad put his hands on me and made a bruise on me telling me that he don’t love me and that i’m the worse daughter. I felt like my world was crashing down that i cant do anything good .I went to my room with tears down my face just broken that when i saw my razor i broke it and took the blade slicing it across my skin i though at first what am i doing but then when i keep doing it over and over agin i felt nothing like there was just numbness just a empty shell. when i stop there was blood everywhere but i still felt empty i just got up and clean my mess like nothing happen but i new i felt hurt because when i went to bed tears was going down my face not stoping in tell i fell asleep .
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