The first day I got these... "Thoughts" was after my bully finally got though to me. All the insults he threw at me cut deep into my skin, they planted seeds of doubt and all of a sudden... I wasn't as strong as I thought I was. I was starting to doubt my looks, my knowledge, my skills to even be alive. Strangely enough, I got into cutting... Mostly because I've read all these stories of people cutting, that it helped the insults disappear and it made them feel better again. And after I talked to people who cut... I tried it. And... I did feel better, it was strange and also intriguing. I continued doing it, it made me feel better, made my sorrow go away, made my anger drift away with every drop of blood. I cried sometimes during cutting, it felt good to let it go, let it mix with the blood that dropped. But, according to others, and my friends, (they didn't know I was cutting) It was wrong to cut, to harm your body in that way... But what did they know? If they themselves didn't go through what I had? What others had gone through?.... If they heard the thoughts I had, if they had felt what I had with every insult, every cut... Would they have though differently about it?
YOU ARE READING
My suicide story...
Teen FictionI don't know why I would, but I figured that I'd write down what I've been feeling. So read if you will, it might be sad and it might just make sense, who knows... Enjoy my thoughts I suppose.
