Someone needs to save me, save me from the blade. I thought it would solve all my problems but it didn't it made everything worse. I bleed and bleed until my whole arm is red and there is nothing I can do to stop it. The blade has become a drug it's addicting and sometimes you can't stop. Sitting on a red bloody towel in the bathroom sobbing, putting a blade to my wrists makes me wish I was normal. Why can't I be normal and not hate myself for who I am. Why can't I be skinny and pretty like all the other girls? Why do I have scars on my arms? Tell me this is all just a dream. Please?
