my scars run
from my wrist
to my forearm.
you might ask yourself,
"what has made her done this
to   h e r s e l f  ?"
simple.
i
couldn't
take
it
anymore

no one stopped me when
i wanted to end it
no one stopped me when
that knife marked my skin
no one stopped me when
i cried and cried.

no

one

stopped

me

from

breaking.

now i am very broken
now i want to tell people my story
on how i snapped
i left the online world
all my online friends
had believed i had
killed myself.
i came back, and
they were worried
"are you okay?"
"what happened?"
"where were you?"

i
dont
know

4
people
that
i
personally
know

that i
have been
constantly breaking
and they are trying
to get me help.

now i am waiting for a therapist.
i am writing down my dates.

i have been cut free for 1 week.
i have cut 3 times since i was told to get a therapist
by the people who care.

february 23, 2019

april 24, 2019

may 13, 2019.