No one will ever tell you what happens when you fall to the steel blade.
No one tells you that a few cuts and you'll be addicted.
No one tells you that a few here and there will soon become everywhere and deep.
No on tells you that after you tell your parents, every time you walk around with a tank top on, or shorts on, you won't be able to help but notice your mothers eyes as they glance to the most obvious spots. Your wrists, thighs, upper arms.
No one tells you that it's so hard to break from it or that walking to class could hurt so bad.
That even trying to walk down a simple sidewalk can leave your legs burning and brand new scabs falling off.
No one tells you the disgusting color of dark pink scars that form will leave you wanting to vomit every time you see it.
No one ever tells you the whole thing.
