Life can be hard.

I'm a freak.

I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Why am I so ugly?" I asked myself over and over again.
"Why me?"
I took the blade from a box. I felt the cold metal in my hand and it was a relief. But it wasn't enough. I put the blade on my arm and made a cut and one more and another. I made three cuts on my wrist over a lot of old cuts and scars.
The blood ran down from my arm, down to the floor. I sat down on a chair and cried.
This world is so stupid.
I want a boy to like me, but boys don't like sad girls. They don't like girls with scars.
"I'm so fucking stupid" I said.
I hated this. This world. My life. I was thinking about leaving this world. No one would care, no one would notice that I was gone.
I'm not needed. I'm not loved.

*5 hours later*
I was lying in my bed and crying. My wrist were hurting. I had put on my bracelets earlier to hide the cuts.
Should I leave this world forever? And make the pain go away forever?

I heard a knock on the door downstairs. I walked down and opened the door to see him stand there.
"Hi, babe" he said. I told him to come inside and he hugged me. He let go of me and looked at me. He saw that I had been crying.
"What's Wrong?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing" I answered.
"You've been crying. Talk to me" he said, I sighed. He knew about my cutting problems but he thought that I stopped for a month ago.
He looked down but he stopped when he saw my wrists. He saw all the bracelets.
"You did it again" he said and looked up at my face again. I shook my head.
"Don't lie to me, please"
"What do you even talk about?" I asked him and he sighed.
"You cut again"
"No"
"Please, don't lie." He said and I took a few steps back.
"I'm not lying" I told him but he didn't believe me.
"I know you are lying. If you are telling the truth, take off the bracelets" he told me and I nodded.
I couldn't lie to him anymore.
I took off the bracelets and he looked at the cuts on my wrist with big eyes. He walked up to me and took my wrist in his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the cuts and the old scars. It hurt.
"You are better than this" he said.
"No, this is who I am. I'm a freak"