She looked me straight in the eyes "This isn't healthy for you, you need to stop"
Oh sister
Oh dear sister
I wish I could stop
You don't realize how useless I am, I'll never become anything in this life time
When everyone is tucked away
asleep that's when I do what I want, counting the bandaids, letting the blood drip down my arms like cold water, giving the new scar a satisfied smile, it makes me happy, so then why is it bad for me? It doesn't even feel that bad drawing the object over my skin, making a long scar, I tell everyone "it's just cat scratches" only some people know I'm lying, I know you want to help me, you say you've been there before, I just don't want help, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't
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HorrorThese are mostly just talking about suicidal thoughts, and a few stories here and there
