I smile slightly at the lines drawn on my skin. I look in the mirror to see the red lines start to rise on my shoulders and thighs. I put the staples down and watch as some of the blood drips.
Yeah, I cut myself with staples. I don't exactly want anyone finding out so I use staples, the cuts heal quicker and don't scar. I like the way it burns, and the way it looks.
I don't really have any friends or anyone to tell. Nobody to vent to, I'm basically alone. After I put the staples down, I got in the shower and began crying, trying to stay quiet. I don't know why I'm broken. I don't know why I'm like this...
All I want is friends, someone to be there for me. Sometimes I feel like a hug from someone other than my family would fix everything.
I get out of the shower and put shorts on, they just barely cover the cuts on my thighs. I put on a sweatshirt so the ones on my shoulders and arms aren't visible.
I lay down and continue to cry into my pillow, knowing I have to get up and go another day at school tomorrow. But I also know I'm not gonna have the motivation to even get up in the morning. Part of me wants to just end everything right now, but I won't be able to bring myself to do it. I lay there and question my existence until I fall asleep. Why... Why can't I just be normal?
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Teen FictionThis is about a 13 year old girl who's diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. She has absolutely no friends in real life. Everyone in school hates her and she hates herself too. She never talks to anyone whatsoever. Keep reading to find out h...
