Today was awful. I have never been so down in my life. How could people be so cruel to a person. People just sat there and laughed they didn't help me at all...I felt so helpless and defenseless.
They hit me and pulled my hair. Ripped my clothes and called me horrible names. What is my purpose in life. Today I cut myself again. I bled for a few hours. I never felt so much relief as the blade slid across my skin. Was this pain ever going to end?!?!?!?!
Authors note: My name is Harmony cook. I started cutting in 7th grade. This is the entry from my last few days that I was in 7th grade before I moved away.
YOU ARE READING
SCARS
RandomIt's a book about me and my story. It's about how scars are deeper than the ones that show on your skin. Also about how only your true friends will go to hell and back for you.
