I wasn't cutting as much
I thought I was getting better...

You saw my wrist
And asked what happened...

The cuttings getting worse
I dont care about anything anymore...

Dad,
You knew she abused me...

Momma I know this is going to hurt you
And your going to cry & get mad at me...

I'm tired of denying it
I need help...

Pain is the key to shape the soul.
Happiness is the key to make the soul conform...

I've been a cutter for 3 months,
I started out with a knife...

Why were you never there for me?
Why do you pretend to care for me...

There is an angel
In pain...

There are new cuts on my wrist
I hit the vein a couple of times...

Every time I look in the mirror
I feel like smashing it into pieces...