WARNING: DEEP
I used to hate myself, i used to have mini panic attacks i never told anyone but i did, i would be walking in a public place and i would hear voices in my head telling me im not worth it and telling me im ugly and useless thats why i never go out of my room my hands would start to shake and get sweaty, my "family" were always arguing which didnt help. One day i had, had enough i went into the kitchen when everyone was asleep (i get up at 4 everyday because of my tablets)and i went into the draw and got a knife, it was still darkish i went to slice my hand when i hurd my mums alarm clock start dinging i jumped when i looked down there was a deep cut in my thumb i mafe it look like i cut it making a sandwitch and wrapped my thumb up in a bandage and went up to mum who toom me hospital to have it stiched. People tell me they wished they had my life my life is perfect its not,i still get flashbacks of the day i did that to my thumb but im still here i but on a breave face and a fake smile on my face everyday and pretend everything ok when its not i was falling apart, im still falling apart and im waiting for the day someone comes along and fixes me
