I'm dieing on the inside and no one knows but me; but when I slide the razor across my skin and the blood starts to flow, suddenly you care. The only reason you care is because when ppl see my scars it makes you look like a bad mother.

Physical pain can be seen and treated, whereas emotional pain is something no one but you can feel; maybe thats why we cut.

Abusers always try to make you think its your fault you are being abused.

Not having you kills me,
Just like the slits on my wrist.