You’ll Never Know

Copyright, Cyndi

How can you possibly understand what it’s like to live my life? Everything that you have ever wanted or needed was given to you.

Your parents loved you and you got good grades. Not me… My parents hate me and my grades blow. You got hugs and kisses from your mommy and daddy. I’m lucky if mine know my name or even acknowledge my presence.

Don’t think that your parents are too mean because they give you rules and boundaries, at least your parents love you enough to do that. Mine don’t, they let me run the streets until whenever I decide to come home.

Your parents tell you they love you all the time. Do you think I hear that from my parents? You say yes… but no… you’re wrong.

Your parents always say they are so proud of you for what you have done. My parents just yell at me and tell me about how messed up I am and how I am a failure.

You could never survive a day in my life. Give it up you stupid fucking people. I hate you. Don’t pretend to know what it’s like because you will never know until you die.


Copyright, Cyndi

I have been SI’ng for about 4 years now when I was in 7th grade. It started out with me poking myself with pins and I didn’t even know that what I was doing would soon be considered self injury. Until last year I had no idea that what I was doing was bad. It was just a way to cope with life. Last year things were extremely bad for me and cutting became an everyday thing. This year it happens maybe once or twice a week. The difference between this year and last year is that this year I have people that I can talk to. Last year nobody really knew until I got sent to a psych hospital. If anyone wants to know more feel free to email me.


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