I was 6 years old... My mom and dad had split up... I thought it was my fault so... It was my birthday to... I didn't think I was meant to be on earth... People at school called me mean names and I would come home crying everyday... I was so sad... I felt like I didn't belong... So I told my family I was gonna take a shower... I went to my moms drawers and found a pocket knife any everything in the bathroom was on and I sat in front of the door and went down to my theigh and sliced a cut in it.... The sad thing was it didn't scare me... It made the pain go away.... So I did it again and again then I started to feel dizzy so I stopped.. I took a shower... That night I didn't sleep just thought about how the cuts felt like and how it made me feel better... I need to stop cuz remembering this is really hurting me.. Sorry.. :(
