We had really just started talking. I knew I could trust you with my words.
It was time that I finally told you a very important situation in my life.
It was time I told you that I cut myself.
You wanted to help as much as you could.
I talk to you every night about this.
I cry my self to sleep almost every night.
I cry knowing that I am hurting other people.
I have razors hidden throughout my room.
None of which my parents will find.
I want you to know why this all goes on.
You tell me I can come to you crying, that I can come to you whenever I feel the need.
But you know I can't.
I don't want to bother people with my mistakes.
The cut marks on my body tell so many storries.
The cuts on my body are the words that I can't explain.
Please believe me when I tell you that I am sorry that I hurt you.
But cutting myself is the only way I can relieve the pain.
Just remember I love you!
