I look down at my wrist. Its clean . I haven't done it in a while. I sit there looking at my blade. My head is filled with hatred , and depression. I come home every day with those words in my head. Ugly, stupid, fat ,whore , and slut. I don't get why people could be so mean . what did I do to them? how did I make them not like me? I just sit there waiting , watching , and then I cut once .Then again a bit deeper then deeper. Now I sit there watching the blood drip and wondering when I will I be PERFECT?
