my mother give me a flower on my 6th birthday, I thought it was weird but she told me "you are perfectly just like this flower, without scratches, cuts and other things.. you are literally perfect"
I felt very special after she told me that, but I didn't even get to thank her for what she said and something else. She said "every time you get hurt and she will get hurt, every time you'll get cuted she will get cuted to so you have to be very careful"
That's what I did for years, until my 16th birthday.... I prepared a party, which was attended only by family and 2 friends, but until then I had to go to school (of course). Like in any school there is a group of bullies who made my life an ordeal but I was trying to ignore them, but this time it was different... Of course they knew it was my birthday so they thought of giving me a special gift... they made posters that wrote horrible things about me and pasted them all over the school... my only friends walked away from me... everyone offended me and said things about me that weren't even true... when I got home I burst into tears, I felt horrible, then I opened my backpack, I started to dismember my sharpener, I took the blade and I started to cuting myself, and if you see this, that means you know what happened next, I wrote this to let people know what really happened anyway... yeah, and then I started to cut deeper and closer to the veins, I saw the blood, I lay down on the floor and waited.... and here that happent my friend...and yes the flower died too...
i hope i'll see you in another life :)
story explanation:
as you may have noticed, this story is about self harm, suicide and bullying.. yeah, it may seem strange or exaggerated but some people really think and react like that, so let's be better with each other
with that said, I hope you have a beautiful day/night ♡
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well... we tried... right?
Non-Fictionin this book will be more stories about mental health/illness and people's feelings ♤
