Why?

by Rebecca   Mar 26, 2005


I cut my skin to see me bleed to feel a better pain I like the feeling of the blood it keeps me feeling sane I know that people care and its a terrible thing to do The names and jokes are all too much what else am i gonna do I cant cry my pain away I'm incapable of doing that So i cut into my skin I cut into the fat I know that other people have it worse then I But still I have this feeling that I just want to die I don't plan on killing myself thats not the person I am I'm really really sorry I'll do the best I can I'll try to stop the cutting I really really will But once I get depressed then I'll be cutting still

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