Copyright, Rose

I’ve been cutting myself for a year, and I love doing it but I hate myself for it. It’s a way to show my feelings when no words will come. I’ve been taking large doses of pain medication hoping that soon I’ll either become numb or just fade away. Looking at me, you’d think I had it made. I’m very involved in activities, I have a great family, my parents are still together, and I always have my happy go lucky smile on. But deep inside there is a knife stabbed in my heart, and I feel the constant pain of knowing who I really am. Nobody understands me, and if I told anyone they would think I’m a freak. I really don’t know what to do.


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