I know you’ve had a bad day. Your smile has faded and I can see the pain in your eyes. Hopeless…tired…scared and lonely…..well do me one thing? Hold your head up high. Because no matter how dark it gets and how hopeless it seems…it will get better.
Stay strong! You can get through this.
Within 4 months scratches turned into real cuts. My “best friend” told me they weren’t deep enough to be called cuts. To this day she does not know that she was the reason for my first deep cut. I still have the scar on my arm. Through out the next year she told me that my cuts were never deep enough…..so I took a razor to my wrist. Ya know all those wrinkly lines you’ve got on your wrist? I never had any of those. So I made my own. To this day no one knows that those are really really deep scars. Since then I’ve been cutting on my legs. I can no longer count my scars. Last time I could, it was over 700 just on one leg. Are my scars good enough yet?!
I’m lost and broken inside. I may be smiling and looking my best, but I’m breaking inside. I feel so numb, like I’m already dead inside.
Is it bad that I want to cut just for the beautiful scars?
5 weeks and 3 days without cutting
Although I am proud of myself for almost 6 weeks without cutting…..I’m getting the feeling that i might break it soon. I don’t know if I can do this much longer. I’ve been having withdrawls lately, and the urges just keep getting worse. I just want the pain, I want to see the blood. I want the beautiful scars.
What’s wrong with me?
