Finally I....
I didn't know what I was doing at the time. My dad (sperm donor) kept messaging me and telling me horrible things. He told me to go kill myself that night. He told me I was a waste of space and that I didn't belong here. Suddenly I believed him.
Finally I.... I cut myself...
I tried to kill myself. I tried and tried. The cuts were deep. The blood was flowing thick. Finally, I kept hearing my name. I kept myself quiet. My mom found me. She couldn't believe what I had just done. She called the police and the ambulance. Within minutes they showed up.
I ended up in the hospital that night. I didn't know what I had just done. I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I didn't know much at that point. What I did know was that cutting made all my emotional pain go away. The emotional pain was gone for the time being.
