July 8 2015
Ever heard of cutting?
I don't cut, I swear, but have you heard about it?
Well if you haven't it's basically where you cut yourself with basically anything to relieve stress. It's kind of like a freedom, the pain on your arm takes away the pain in your heart.
My best friend used to say that to me. Her name was Amelia, Mel for short.
She was taken away from me a couple years ago. She was cutting and she hit a vein.
I'll never forget the look on her face. Her emotionless, cold, pained face. She smiled at me and spoke.
"I'm finished. Thank you Dory for being there for me when I needed you the most." The honesty in her voice haunts me even today.
"But some things can't be fixed, some things are meant to be left broken."
"Some things can't be fixed."
"And I'm one of them." She took the knife she was carrying and jabbed it into a vein in her arm.
She has been fighting bullying, hatred, pain, her brothers death. She just wanted it all to stop. And it did, but only for her.
The pain she once carried on her back transferred to me. I still carry the weight she once did but I felt with it a different way.
Instead of cutting, I turned into one of the things that killed her.
A bully, hatred, and pain.
I'm sorry Mel, I'm sorry I turned out like something that killed you.
I'm sorry for giving up
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Mean Rude and Misunderstood (slowly editing)
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