As I said my only friends push me away making me feel as if I wasn't good enough for anyone. Did I mention that my mom was never home she was always out with her new boyfriend. So my sister and I were always home alone. That night I started to self harm. Every night I took a small ribber band and pulled it back as far as it could go then let it slap my skin. Thinking I deserved it. I still do.
After 3 weeks of banding late one night I took one of my moms new shavers out of the bag and broke it taking the blade out. I hesitated but finally I took the blade and swiftly sliced it on my thigh. The pain was addicting every slice I made, only made me feel as if the blood that was streaming was the pain and depression leaving my body. The blood stop flowing giving me a undying pain and misery. I sliced again noticing the silent tears flowing from my eyes. After 4 cut I hid the blade behind a crack of wood in a window panel.
I felt guilt inside of me so I swore to myself on that morning to only cut once the most recent cuts were scars. The swear kept up for 3 years but the last two years I have been cutting every other day.
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Depression
Short Storythis book isn't to get reads or anything this book is here to show the people who think depression is nothing. Well long story short this is my story of becoming depressed.
