Copyright, Emma Louise
I guess I don’t really know why I started to cut. I started in year nine when I was fourteen. I’d had this really bad break up, my family was falling apart and I was really angry at everything. One day I just thought what’s the point. I got a knife from the kitchen but I couldn’t just die. So I cut and it mad me feel better, I was calm. I’ve not stopped since then. It really got bad when I turned seventeen. I’m turning eighteen soon and I’ve got the cutting to a minimum but it’s still there. I think I’d be dead today if it wasn’t for my friends.