She wanted to know if she was really human or if there was a burning hell inside of her consuming her from the inside out.She had to know,so she cut.Cutting was her escape,like reading or writing to someone she wrote story's on her thighs,hips and upper arms.She knew it was bad but she didn't want to stop. That's just her.
THAT NIGHT
Her first cut was the worst,deepest and the best.She was so scared that someone was going to find out,after the first she regretted it yet wanted to cut again. This is how it went:she couldn't sleep,so she was talking to a friend at about 11:45 then her friend fell asleep and so she was up all alone so she went up to her bathroom and found an old blade cleaned it,she decided that she was really going to cut.She took of her sleep pants and drew out where she was going to cut with an blue pen.With tears running down her face and blood running out of the first insion she forgot everything and felt good again,the quickly wiped up the blood with an old stuffed animal.it was hard not to Remember that night of forgetting but she went on with life.that's just her.
