If you ever feel depressed or just need someone to talk with I'm here. I know how it is to be depressed and trying self harm and stuff. But please don't do it. There is people out there who loves you and if you don't think so your so wrong and I love you too. I'm here if you need me. Please if your just thinking about it doing self harm or any stuff like that. Don't . Talk to me. Please.
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Iggy's POV
So Sierra got home safe and it was 11 o'clock so I didn't need to beat the shit out of Brent.
I walked into my room, walked straight into my bathroom.
I starred at my self in the mirror.
Ugly. Worthless. Piece of shit. Confused. Betrayed. Useless. Broken. Never good enough. Fragile. Falling apart. Pathetic. Annoying. Lonely.
That's what I see. I looked in my makeup bag and found it. My blade.
I sat down, my back against the wall. I rolled my sleeve up. Then I slid the blade against my skin. It felt so good. Feeling the cold metal against my warm skin
One
Two
Tree
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
After that I lost count.
I dropped my blade on the floor.
I just sat there.
Covered in blood.
My own blood.
I closed my eyes.
just when I heard banging on the door.
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