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My scars are screams that nobody can hear. Nobody can help me.
My skin tells my story. I cut becuase of how badly i feel
about myself. I am broken inside. My life now revolves around
cutting. I have to worry about wearing a t-shirt becuase i dont
want people seeing my cuts. I know that its wrong but i cant stop.
Every time something goes wrong, i turn to cutting. I let
everything out on my body. There are always going to be those marks
on my wrists that remind me every day that im not good enough. I
let all my emotions out on myself. Im tired of trying to please
everyone. The scars are now a part of me now and so is the razor
blade in the drawer over there. I cry myself to sleep every night
but nobody even notices that something is wrong. I want somebody to
say that its going to be okay. I cut myself and ive learned to
accept that. it is now a part of my life. and i need help.
PLEASE. I NEED ADVICE