Cry for Help (short story)
by Lollypop Apr 6, 2006
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I need help. Fast. I'm to ashamed to ask. I think I'm insane. I was just sitting on my bed, listening to music, not thinking about anything. Suddenly I walked over to my dresser, opened my jewelry box, pulled out a razor blade, and started to hack my hand off. By the time I realized it hurt, my wrist was dripping blood. I can't ever remember losing control like that. What's wrong with me? I need help. I'm scared. I'm looking at my hands right now, and they are shaking. I feel cold. Oh my God! Why did I do that? Now the bandages are soaking through. I need help, but I'm too ashamed to ask. My wrist won't stop bleeding. I have to hide the cuts. What do I say if someone finds out? Help! I'm slowly dying inside! |
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18 years ago
Well at least there are two people who do the same thing exept i seem to do that all the time.
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18 years ago
by skye
Hey im sure your not insane. i have some problems like that to and it helps to talk to someone that is going through the same thing so i always open to talk
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18 years ago
by anonymous
Babe, this is really sad :(
do not do this to yourslelf, keep your hands busy with something else.. stay strong!
