I would cut. Cut away the flesh to let the sweet, burning sensation wash over me, and let the crimson fluid just barely kiss my cut. Then, I'd wash it away, only letting the cold stain my arm. This was my pain and how I would keep it there. No one knows me. I would wash it away only to continue right after. Only this time when I cut, I let the crimson fluid drip onto my face as I lie down. I'm all alone in the world, with no one to care for. Every time I tried to stop, I would snap on everyone who would walk past me. The blood drips on my cheeks, making me feel like I'm crying, only my eyes were dry. My mom tries to help. I don't eat or sleep, I just lie awake crying, bleeding and screaming out for someone to save me. Only to be left alone, with no one but myself.
