So many thoughts, so many actions with it just being me in here. All caged up like I'm a prisoner inside of my own home. I thought of thoughts that I knew weren't right but I couldn't help but act upon them so I started slicing and dicing. My rists and legs were all scared up. Every time I cut I felt some type of rejoice over my life. "Do it, Do it" is all i heard while crying and cutting made everything feel better. Until one day my mom caught me and wondered why I was doing this. I said,"ma don't you understand, you ruined my life." I'm sorry I can't be like Courtney but at least I've tried. Coming home with A's and B's were the best days of my life but my behavior? I didn't even recognize me from the outside...
