At the begining it was only to see if it would hurt as much as i was hurting inside. After, it became like an addiction. It pinched my skin and a soft line of blood ran down my skin. It felt wonderful. I didn’t know what real love is and didn’t have a single friend. So who would care?
It’s been 3 years now that I self harm and struggle with depression. I’ve tried to kill myself 3 times but each time i woke up in a hospital…alive. I thought these pills and alcohol would save me from this fucked up world but it was only illusions. Horrible ones.
Now i just can’t stop. It affects my relationship, my family, my grades that used to be 100% everywhere became 60% at some places, i don’t go to school anymore and my arms, legs and stomach are scarred
I don’t know if someday it will end. I’m still hoping for the day i could finally take that jump from the bridge, and never wake up again.
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You’re not alone. This is rock bottom right, the only way from here is up. I wish you the best.