The Real Thing

I’m not those kind of people who have tiny scratches on their arms and says they cut. I used to be like that… so wimpy to even try. But look at me now! All grown up…and torn. I don’t have those tiny slits on my arm. I have long cuts across my arm, up and down. I have FAT and UGLY carved into my sensitive skin. I cry myself to sleep..lucky nights..I fall asleep fast. Then I have to wake up and face the drama of the world. That’s not all the time I get! I have school time to run into the bathroom and cut..cry.. slam my head onto the wall..Then the day ends.