Today i wake up, head pounding stomach churning, my eyes adjust to the light in the room. I put my hands to my face, I notice my wrists as I do.

I feel angry at myself I feel fine I don't need any help. Why would I need it when there's others that are worse than I, come on it's been a while I barely even cry.

I feel embarrassed, I hide the pain sketched onto my wrist, I try to forget that they exist.
I tell no one of what I have done, I don't need help the battle has been won.