I stared down at my arm watching the scarlet blood drip down my wrist. Little did I know that this desperate escape from a place of despair and sadness into pain, only physical pain, that takes away every inch of sick uncontollabe emotion wouls soon end. That everything that keeps me going yet kills me inside would quickly be gone. pressed the blade gently against my skin once more and felt relief wash over me. Carefully I cleaned myself up, making sure not to leave the razor blade out in sight, and returned to my room. Sometimes I wonder why I self-harm or what makes me turn to it. But deep down inside I already know the answer. I'm never good enough. No matter how hard I try there is always someone better than me, whether the person be skinnier, prettier, smarter, more athletic, or more popular than me, it didn't matter, they were still better than me I feel like I'm competing against the world - and I can't win. There are many reasons why I cut and that's just the main one. I just don't see a reason to live anymore.
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The Gift of Me
Teen FictionTaylor Mckean was a normal girl on the outside. She had a good life and a good family - but she wasn't happy. She started cutting and ended up in a residential treatment facility called Serenity Palms. There she met many people to help her get by. B...
