They are bringing me to that place. The place where all the mentally unstable people go. The self-harmers, the suicidals, the druggies, the alcoholics all contained in one place. This place is called "Helpers." They act like this is a good place. A place where nothing bad happens... Well with them finding out that is. They act like I'm not in trouble for cutting. Well if I wasn't in trouble then why am I here? Because to me this is trouble. I don't want to be here. I never have. That's why I never told anyone about this. If I wanted "help" I would have asked for it. No person can help me. I don't want help. I'm not going to do anything. I'll say what they want to hear. I'll get out quickly. Make them think I'm better.
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Story Of A Cutter
Teen FictionThis is not about me. Welcome to the deep dark mind of a cutter. I am Jordan. I guess I should just come right out and tell you this, I am a cutter. My wrists, legs, arms, and stomach hold my pain. They show what I am going through, I have kept it a...