When we were kids we did what made us happy. We laughed and smiles and couldnt wait t grow up. Now. We are teens, we are depressed we are suicidal. We cut, burn, scratch. We like the pain we yet from it. We feel we deserve it. So we keep doing it. No one that didnt do this will understand. We are told we are freaks. When all we want is to be held and told we are loved.
