A lot of the time I'm not embarrassed about what my arms and legs show beneath my clothing. But when people touch them and stare that's when I care. Yea their cuts, no their not burns, no it wasn't accidental, yea I did it for a reason.
The world can only offer you so much, and I learned that at a young age, when I saw my mother get beaten almost to death by her husband. I saw it when I was older when my mother almost overdosed in front of me. And when I got older it took it first hand by my brother who abused me almost daily.
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By Far A Misconception
Non-FictionJust free written feelings and thoughts of a chronically depressed and suicidal teen.
