Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

I don't know why I cut myself. It makes me feel good, it makes me feel like I actually matter somehow... Ive watched youtube videos of why people cut themselves. None of them explain my reason. This is a real story, told by me!! Before your first cut, you think, oh I have to cut, I'm not normal, I'm not loved. I would do everyone a favor if I just died... You don't think much of it, you just do it because all the mixed emotions in your head don't make any sense. Every night before I go to sleep I always find my head resting in a puddle of a tears. When I cry myself to sleep it makes me feel good. Do you ever just stop for a minute and think, I have been through a lot!!! I do that every night. I've been through too many things, I won't tell you my name, but I will say one thing... I'm 12. Right now I'm 12 years old, in laying in my bed. After several hours of crying I needed to share my thoughts. My dad tells me I need a therapist, I know i do. I just deny it. On the outside I'm just a pretty little girl, with a wide smile on her face. Rosy cheeks and all! On the inside, I'm screaming bloody murder, holding a gun up to my head saying I will do it at the top of my lungs. Warm, thick, blood dripping down my face as tears of sadness drop to the ground. I've been through a lot. I've almost died...well because of my mom anyway, she is a psychopath.... I HATE my mom, but at the same time I miss her. I can't see her without any cops watching her while I'm around her. My brother... Is with his dad... Far, far away. I'm with my dad. My dad got me from a foster home. My mom and I lived in a homeless shelter until she didnt come home one night... And here I am now.... Struggling with a piece of glass in my hand.