When a friend asks me what I'm scared of I always straight away think of cutting myself again or wanting to kill myself instead I place a fake smile and say heights or the dark or even spiders I can't ever tell my friends what I've been through I can never speak up for myself I struggle to say things i want to do or look like i feel like my life is controlled by a force of something that isn't me i remember my best friend looking at me and saying you aren't yourself and I want to help you, her words made me want to cry but instead I lied and told her you can't help because I'm fine I felt horrible saying that and that day I went home into my bedroom and cried I felt emotions I have never felt before I wanted to remove this feeling this depression I wanted freedom of it that night was the first time I cut myself. I could never stop after that I felt like doing this was removing my depression I felt relief but it wasn't enough I loved seeing pieces of me be wrapped up in tissue and thrown away in the bin, soon enough my mum noticed my wrist and asked me if I was okay I again said I was fine I lied.
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SachbücherThis is a story about what I have been through I hope you can understand this is what I have feared the most but I needed to have this of my chest thank you for reading
