Copyright, T’Lene

I started cutting about 3 or 4 months ago. I had just lost my best friend due to suicide and I wasn’t taking it well at all. I became really, really depressed and kinda lost myself. I was known as the happy wild girl that will do anything but that all changed. I began to lose sleep and just stopped caring then I found out that my boyfriend of 2 years had just tried to commit suicide and was in the hospital; about to die. And I mean none of these people were the “outcasts” at school. My boyfriend has been the best runner in the state for the past 4 years and I was homecoming queen. This just tore me to pieces so I cut; they weren’t big at first just little cuts with a razor. They healed and it seemed a thing of the past but I was wrong I just lost control one night I felt like there was nothing I could do so I went into my bathroom and began to cut with a razor I did it and then took some very sharp sissors and busted that open I began to bleed badly and I was forced to wear long sleeves for the next 2 weeks. Then my parents found out and that was the end of it. I have scars that will be there for the rest of my life and a big story behind each one.


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