The Cutter's Lover

Their voices taunted my brain as I brought the thin blade towards my left wrist. useless ugly fat lesbian tramp whore. I knew I was none of those things, but I couldn't bring myself to be strong enough. I didn't know how else to take away the rejection. The physical pain always numbed the mental pain. The first time I cut was in the 9th grade. When Taylor Lynn told me I was a worthless faggot and I was a man. Everyone laughed at me. Even my sister Tawnie. I cried and cried, I never told my parents any of this though. I am a cutter. I have been for three years. I'm a junior in highschool and I still cut. I've thought about suicide and all of the other awful things. I just couldn't bring myself to end my life of some stupid comments. So this is the way I let it all out. By cutting. "You're so much more than this." Luke told me, I knew he was right but it was just the binging. I couldn't stop. No one can make me stop. Not even Luke.