A Cutter's Plea

I used to cut myself, because I hated who I was. I felt so unwanted and unloved. I wanted to die. I couldn't keep pretending I was alright. Mother always told me to be me and to never change. So please tell me why I feel like a complete disgrace. I just let the pain build up from when I was eight. I never got over my grandmother's death. I just keep my feelings to myself. I never knew agony until she was gone. Now it won't leave me alone. I must break this hold it has over me. This is the last time I will be misery's company. I won't let depression kill me. No longer will affliction make me bleed. So I'm forgetting these bad memories. Softly loved is what I want to be.
A Cutters Plea