When i found out what slitting meant

Life is something everyone seems to enjoy,
but not me
I hate the world as its labels me.Reject,Loser,Freak!
Well F**k you to.
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The problems arose when i understood what the word slitting meant,
I cried for hours and thought it about it so..
Then i grabbed my knife and slowly i began..
to tear open my skin and have a peak within
The crimson poured forward as did my problems of my day..everyday..from then on end..
It didn't hurt like people did..
it only became addictive..
the stress of my day drains away when i slit open my warm pale skin,
It drips off my wrists and into the floor as i begin to enjoy it even more..