No one knows my pain. I've only cut twice before my mom found out. I talked to her, my dad, my little brother, and my therapist about it. I don't know why I did it. And I don't know what I felt. I do know it didn't hurt and I loved every second I watched myself bleed. My parents took away my blade. But I still want to cut. But for the sake of cheer, I promised to stop.