This is who I was -To anybody who self harms-

The reaosn for the title

This Wattpad story is called "Who I was". Now, I don't Know your story's, but I know we all go through rough times. And, that's why I have so many scars on my body. And that's why bad thoughts come, it's not because we're fucked up. It's because we all have times where we need a break. Where we need to take a minute and breathe. If I would've known that back when things happened, maybe my wrists would be okay. And not have all the damage they have on them today. So I'm telling you this now, take time. And relax. Breathe because it will get better. I promise. I have attempted suicide countless times. And, it's not worth it. Your family and friends, you think that ending your life will make everybody happy? It won't. It'll actually only makes people think it's their fault. They'll be hurt. And might even go into depression.. Think about that. Truth is, I found cutting myself easier then ending my life... And well, I thought it didn't hurt anybody but me. I was wrong, it hurt my friends and family. It made them sad to see me like this. Was it their fault? No, it was depressions fault. I just kept hating myself. And well, harming myself, made myself in control of something in my life. But was it worth it? No. It isn't and wasn't. So whoever cuts, harms themselves, hates themselves, doesn't feel like they belong. You do, you belong. You do not deserve death. And you do not deserve to hate yourself, you're amazing. Whatever happened, we can't change it. All cutting will do is make scars. That may seem like you have control at the moment, but do you really want to hide your wrists? Do you want to constantly know that they're there. Because I haven't gone a day without thinking of what I did. Think about that. It's not worth it. My parents, they look at my wrists all the time now, even though the cuts have healed, you can still see the scars. Especially in sun light. I went to Florida one time, and was at Disney having a blast! I saw my mom looking at my wrist, and it was like a vampire sparkling, but instead, it was my cuts that were showing out. Lighter then the rest of my skin. I got such a bad feeling in my stomach, I wanted to run. And just keep running. The look in my moms eyes, I will never forget. The feeling I got was so painful. I wanted to run and cry... For the rest of the time we were in Florida I felt like that.