Why.

worse.

Why.

9th grade.

High school is the best right. You'll love it.

But I don't.

Why don't I? Why can't I be normal?

Why do my friends laugh at me.

Don't they know how much it hurts.

Don't they know I run to the bathroom and cry.

They don't know. I don't tell them.

FAT. STUPID. PATHETIC. UGLY. WORTHLESS. ANNOYING. LOUD. PIECE. OF. SHIT. NOBODY LIKES YOU.

what's going on.

Why do I not care about anything.

Why don't I hang out with my family anymore.

Why don't I make jokes anymore.

Why do I want to throw up when I have to talk in class.

Why do people make jokes about me.

Why do I cry so much.

What's this. I heard about it. Let's try.

Why am I holding this.

It's cold

Dragging it across my skin.

Once. Twice.

Soft at first.

The ripping is peaceful.

The red is hypnotizing.

I told my friends what I did. They pretend to care.

I got sent to the counselor. He pretends to care.

I don't tell them anymore.

I tell them I stopped. I'm fine.

But I'm so very far from fine.

Some days I cry. Some days I cut. Some days I stare.

Why am I doing this.

Why.