My story

To write love on her arms

This day was an interesting day. So I was dating this guy chase. It was a year of us dating. He made me nervous to be around. He was a good kid in most eyes. It was a day or so before the 4th. I wanted to leave him. I tried but he was like me only more extreme about everything. So if I tried to leave him he'd take pills or cut himself. I was tired of it. I was alone one night everyone went to bed I was in the living room. I cried that whole night I couldn't stop. I wanted to die I was so tired of breathing. This would be maybe I third attempt or something along those lines. I could barely remember what I was doing. My body just did it. I walked to the kitchen and got in the medicine cabinet grabbing out a bottle of pills. I took one after the other then I took a handful shoved it in my mouth then swallowed. I could feel myself getting shaky and tired. I was thinking finally. I laid in my room awaiting death. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer so I gave in and passed out. I just wanted to be dead. I felt like death was the only option at this point. But I still didn't take enough I woke up feeling a pounding in my head. I cried for maybe an hour probably longer. I was just so tired. I didn't have any fight left in me. I gave up trying. I took my razor and cut myself so I could get control of my emotions. That was my only outlet. Age 16 and given up the fight.