Cutting doesn’t even seem to hurt anymore. but watching myself bleed is the second best part. I try to talk to my friends, but they all don’t understand and they say there are “healthier” methods. Nothing else works except drugs. But my parents have started searching my room everyday. I wish I was never born. I hate feeling, I hate showing feelings. I’d rather not exist than feel. Except pain, pain is a feeling. But such a fascinating one. I have numerous scars. Words written on my hand and thigh. all me cherished memories of cutting and the sense of release and pain. I want to relieve every one of those moments over and over again.