When I cut myself I dont do it because I'm depressed. I do it because watching the blood run down my arms and hands reminds me that I'm still alive. That I have feelings too. It reminds me that my heart beats even when so many around me dont have one at all.
When I talk to you, I know that I have a friend. So few people like you when everyone else seems to have forgotten that I exist.
I dont cut my hair, only my wrists. If you have a problem with it, or you dont like me, dont talk to me. Ignore me like everyone else.
I know I'm alive, I have the proof right here. I know I'm human. I know I'm more than just a piece in your game.
