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Poetic Reaper

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Copyright Poetic Reaper

I am fifteen, almost sixteen. I live in Ohio and I have been cutting since I was ten. I thought I had it all under control, then it got really bad. So bad that I couldn’t take it. I started to attempt suicide. I kept doing that. Thirty-four times. I found friends who tried to help me, but it turns out that they weren’t doing anything but making me hate myself more. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t do it alone.

My step dad has been with my mom for eleven years. She loves him, and it’s like the brady bunch or something. When she’s around, that is. When she leaves he beats the shit out of me, and she knows it. But she doesn’t say anything unless he gets drunk and hits her. He loves his three little girls that they had together, but me… I’m just there. My real dad used to be an escape from my life at mom’s house. But he died last year and I have nowhere else to go. I have friends all over the world, they’re the real reason I’m trying to stop this. I love them too much to let them watch me kill myself.

Psyke has been a major help and I want to thank them for giving me resources to slowly stop this addiction.

 

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