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i cut again a few days ago,
I really need help right now,
I thought I had stopped,
I thought it was over,
I thought I had beat it,
but I haven't...

Yeah, I've thought about suiside,
I thought it would be peaceful,

a rest from all the pain,
but its not just that,
its that then maybe,
people would regret,
Not being there for me,
when I needed them the most...
 

 

Hey,
So I know what its like to go through a bad time,
So I've set up a website to help people going through the same thing,
Just visit BeatThatBattle.Weebly.com

This is to any one who cuts,

If you ever feel like cutting,
Get out a pen,
Draw on yourself
Patterns of things that make you angry and make you want to cut,
Pretend the ink is the blood,
Never press to hard because even the slightest touch makes the blood lines apper,
Just sit there,
Drawing over yourself until you feel calm.
I promis it works,
It was how I stopped self harming.

Please help me,
This has taken all my courage to write this,
Even though this isn't my real account,
On my account people would find out who I am and I can't have that.

When I was little my dad would hit me,
nothing much,
Just a slap when I misbehaved,
He bashed me against the wall once,
And he would hit me in the car on my leg if me and mjy sister fought,
So I guess I never really trusted my parents,
I never had a close relationship with them.

I don't think I have ever told any one this before,
But I'm scared of what I might do.

Ever hime I look in the mirror when I get changed I feel sick,
All I see is rolls and rolls of flab and fat,
Then I get on my excersice bike and I sit there peddling as hard as I can,
Crying and scratching myself,
I have cuts up my arms which I tell people are from falling over,
And I have a scar on my wrist where I scratched my self over and over again,

Some times I get so upset that I think of suside,
I think how every one would be so much better off without me,
I mean I'm losing my best friend any way,
I see the light in my bedroom and think how easy it would be to hang myself,
How every thing would be over and I would feel no more pain.

At home I pretend that I'm popular,
That I have lots of friends,
But i don't, not really,
I think that the world would be a better place without me.

Recentlly my dad has been ill,
He tried to kill himself with drugs and I punished myself for that,
I blamed myself for him being ill with depression,
And I scratched myself some more,

I am worried about what I am going to do to myself.
I know not many people will read this,
but I really think I need help,
But I am to proud to admit it to anyone I know,
That why I created this account,
Because I am so scared,
Please help me.