Gripping the edge of the table until I felt the pain. Enough pain to bring me back to reality. To keep me there. Only for a while though. Until I stated thinking again. About me. About me life. About how bad of a person I am. About everything that keeps me awake. Holding me here only to suffer. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to take it all away. To die. But then I realize I can't. I'm to "strong'. Ha, that's what everyone says. If I am so strong, then why am I here? I'm so strong until the day I'm not. Until the day I give up. Until the day it all becomes to much for me to handle, that is the day I give up. So I guess everyone is just waiting for the day I give up an take a blade to my wrists for the last time.
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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...