A year ago tomorrow, I started to cut.
I remember it crystal clear... to clear..
Matthew was fighting with me.. I was fighting with Maddie, and Maddie was fighting with Matthew. My parents were yelling drunk and I had nothing or no one. I laid in my bed and cried for a long while.. Then I remembered I had a pocket knife, not the best, but was sharp, in my white and black drawer. I told myself I shouldn't, but it was too late. I dragged myself to the drawer,opened it, and took the knife out. Once I took a look at the sharp blade, I went in the closet.. Right then and there was a moment of truth. So I took the knife and slit right onto my arm.. The next thing I knew, u was bleeding out and I actually started to admire the pain. The next day.. I didn't feel like the girl that I was once. Now, I cut and I hate to do it because of Matthew and Madison's hurt that I cause them when I do it.. but there's no way of stoping me now. A girl from my school, she told her friends, and I was out casted with a lot of people. I lost all trust except for few.
Hopefully, I won't be always fucked up as I am now..
