This sadness has brought me nothing but scars. because of this i have a bad life. I'm depressed but i take it away with a slit. this stress i take away with a cut. i bleed, i don't care. i control the pain but not how far my blade goes down. i cant control the blade. i thought that i could, now i know i cant.my friends ask why. but they do not understand what i go through. my dad ignores me and my mom is 50 miles away from me. they don't know what it is like to be me with my cuts. my cuts are my best friends. they help me find my way through this all. they understand what i go through.
