The first cut is always the deepest.
Iv always had an issue with cutting but after my mother passed it got worse.
We all have our little secret and self harm is mine.
Before you start, all your stereotypes are lies.
I'm not an Emo. It's not just a faze and I don't do it for attention.
I'd rather take it out on myself.
When you cut it releases this ball of bad energy that's kept inside. All you focus on is the blade slowly tearing into your skin; the little beads of blood forming and the slow warm trickle of blood run down your skin.
Your skin puffs.
It tingles and stings at first. But the pain gets addictive. It's gets comforting. You crave it more and more.
You go down a spiral of pain and it gets to the point where you do it to survive.
The happiest people around you are also the saddest. You fake the smile and the laugh just to survive the day. Just so you can go home and release.
It's kills me to think of me as a kid. Full of hopes and dreams. I didn't know the world like I do now.
The worst scars hide within. Your past messes you up.
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RandomI understand you'll all probably slag me off because i have wrote something that you may deem as"depressing". Well fuck you. This story is dedicated to a person I was once friends with (over the internet). Her name was Samara and at the age of 14...
