When i looked into the mirror, i didn't like what i saw, i didn't see any thing good , but i saw lots of flaws.i looked down at my arm, an noticed that my scars where almost gone. i didn't want to do it again, i didn't want to hurt another friend. i knew i had talent but in a differt way. lets just face it, in this time and day, the world is ready for a girl like me or what i have to say.once again i thought of the pain that stayed inside my brain.i felt crazy, i didn't feel sane.i took the razor one last time, and thought when they asked me i would just lie, i wanted to cut deeper, but i didn't want to die. when i did it the first time i wanted to do it again, but once i got to the 20 one, i realized what i had done to all of my friends. i just kinda wanted all the pain to come to an end.i can't do it any more, some thing is holding me back, maybe it is thinking that if i do it again u will walk in , and see my body lying cold on the floor
