CUTTING

I had the perfect life! Two parents that are together and love me. Siblings that would probably die for me and a perfect house with a pool and dogs. Then for some idiotic reason I decided to start cutting my wrist. I had no reason to besides the fact that I lost all my friends and that's not a good enough reason, at the time it seemed good enough but now I know that if I had just gotten through it I wouldn't have these scars. I started thinking that no one loved me but that wasn't true. So I went to my brothers and I told them, everything.