I started to cut myself when I was ten. I was beat as a child and felt like no one cared. I would put one inch deep holes in my arm. Basically do anything that would hurt me.
I am now fifteen and I still cut. I have been in three rehab centers and two safe programs. I have moved from putting inch deep holes into my arms to only when I see blood and a lot of it.
Sometimes when I look at my scars I tear up. I start to think about why I did it. I sometimes feel a burning in my arms. Well, yeah, that’s all I can tell you. That is my story.