the_cutters_secret_diary

Status: living is suicide.
Joined: November 7, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 337783
Location: Nowhere Important
Gender: F
Hey there.
You see I have another witty but my friends and people from my school have access to my witty. The problem with that is well I made a promise to my friends that I would stop cutting last year. See its not that easy though because even though I want to please my friends I'm just a huge fuuck up who cant do anything right so instead of selfharming on my arms I cut and sometimes burn my thighs hips and ribs,  and dont have anyone to talk to about it. So here I am making a secret witty because I just couldnt hold it in anymore and no matter what website I went to people from school found me. I had no escape. So here's my escape. My secret diary.
 
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1,2,3,4,5
I wish I wasnt still alive.

6,7,8,9,10
I've changed so much, now since then.

Cuts and bruises fill my skin
I dont eat for days so I'll be thin.

'Are you okay?' "I'm fine" I lied
They realized I wasnt when I commited suicide.

 

Oh please, dont look so hurt.

Its not like I'm cutting you.
 
When you cut,
the skin around it puffs up; red like wine.
The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line.
It tingles and burns at first,
But then it feels good, so thats the worst,
Your body is in pain, but your mind asks for one more cut, please.
One turns to two and two to four
At this point your just keep cutting more.
Theres no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through
Everyone else is happy, so why cant you be too?
The blood starts to drip, and roll down your skin.
And a smile appears on your lips, from within.
When you cut.

 

I'm not ashamed of my scars,
I'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

 


"If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what its like to be me."

- My Chemical Romance

 

Another cut.

Another tear.

Another reminder,


that no one is here.



She sat alone,
alone and at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent,
her insecurities hid deep inside,
and they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
as her heart began to race,
she took her blade and tore her skin,
where her depression lied deep within,
this went on for days, months, years,
and until she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough,
the world around her was much too tough,
she took a gun to her head.


Congradulations society,
she is dead.



 
It's really hard to keep your secrets;
when their written,
all over your body

 
cutting. starving. purging. burning. suicidal. selfharm. drugs. abuse. starving. selfharm. drugs. abuse. sucidal. cutting. purging. burning.
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