TW:mention of Suicide, SH (cutting), knives, self-hate.
*to clarify, 'you' doesn't mean you as in the reader,it's someone else (I'm not saying names or titles)
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And it keeps on happening.
The blade that I keep by my bed that's always hidden isn't so anymore. "You need to stop." "It's in your head." Isn't going to help.
It made things worse. Yet they still ask why I cut myself until I bleed. I can't cut myself until I bleed. You made all the knives dull. And I made one sharper so I can hurt myself.
Take away all the knifes. I still have my throwing ones. Those are mine and you can't take them away.
But yet it keeps on happening
I said that it stopped that way you wouldn't worry. Do you know how many times I've tried to kill myself but didn't 'cause you'd get angry with me? You'd get so mad and revive me just to emotionally kill me to my breaking point. I love you, but please, mind your own business.
I hurt myself for many reasons. I hate my body, face, voice, hair, myself and because no one would care. No one would care if I died. Because no one knew me. They all ignored me. Except for around five people. And those five people are the difference between life or death. And three don't even know it.
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I really didn't want to post this
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