Cutting

by Jessica Smith   Apr 24, 2006


I wake up from this horrible dream to find that i have totally disappeared. I mean I am still here but no one is seeing me. No one is listening to me. I can't help but to scream b-cuz it hurts so bad. I look around me but there is no one. Why does it hurt. What hurts. I look down at the ground and all i see is blood. It follows me everywhere. I can't get rid of it. As i finally realize what is going on it is to late. I have gone and done it. It finally worked. Good bye to you and the rest of the world.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Michael Verterel

    Wow, i feel that i could relate to this somehow, when i was younger of course, but i found that cutting did nothing but create more problems. Sure, it gets you the attention you've searched for for so long, but it doesn't come in the way it should....