I'm giving up, I have known awhile that I'm letting go. When nobody sees I cut, I drag things over my wrists. I come home to a stressed mother who takes care of third graders with problems every day, a father who has anger issues and heart problems. A sister who has problems with school and bullying. At the same time I have my own problems with stress school and self harm, no one sees through my mask of fake happiness, I'm not even sure if my smiles are real anymore.
That's my life, over and over day after day, I cut deeper and more, I guess until I don't feel anything else.
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The story of a Great Depression
Sonstiges"I've always been branded, if not as the 'A-Kid' it was 'Bitch' or 'Slut'. This is my story, please don't judge, it's almost like a diary and can contain Triggering things.
