The girl who didn’t matter

Copyright Kenyatta

It all started when I was seven. My mom went away on business and left me with her new husband who I didn’t get along with. She was gone for almost a year and a half and she came for christmas one time and she left me behind with my step dad. On christmas day I got so angry that I broke my window and started using the glass to cut on myself. Ever since then I have been using cutting as a way to feel human emotion, I just recently cut on myself because I live in a residential placement home and I get so upset because I should be able to live at home and live a normal life I was rushed to the emergency room because I cut too deep. After almost losing my life I have learnt that I do matter and that I am somebody and I shouldn’t let little things get me all worked up and tear me up inside. Thanks For listening to my story.


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