Things are starting to get difficult in this house again. I finally reached it, happiness, a few months ago or even a year ago or so. Then this all happened. Who’s to blame really of these family problems? I’ve had my fair share, I suppose. I’m a bad daughter. Always have been. Is it wrong that when everything gets difficult for me, my urges of depression comes back? My dad was yelling, kicking, punching, slapping, yet all I could focus on was the pair of big purple scissors I always used to cut myself. This may sound sick to some of you. I really don’t care. I was sobbing with my puffy, red eyes. Yet, the thought of those scissors slicing through my skin made me smile, made me flutter inside. It made me feel like I could get pleasure again for doing so. I have marks on my thighs that everyone looks at when they are seen. I’ve seen many faces, disappointment, pity, anger and even disgust. But, I truly don’t care. It made me feel better, in an odd way. But I’ve stopped this habit for a while now, sober per say, but I can’t help these urges. I feel like I have to do it to take the pain away. I know those scissors were in the bathroom. When my dad finished, I limped to the bathroom and looked for it. It was gone. I restrained myself. I cannot do this. I’ve stopped for so long, I cannot go back to my old ways. Not when I’ve come so far. Then, I saw it. It was in my sister’s room, I quickly grabbed it and yelled at my sister. I had her hold it and I shouted, “Just kill me!” She sobbed, and I did as well. I couldn’t handle the pain. The scissors slipped through her hand and onto the bed. I looked at it, and painfully walked away. I needed it, my mind said I needed it. But I don’t and I know I don’t. But at this moment, sitting on my bed, I’m anxiously thinking about those scissors. And how I want it so badly to cut through my skin, spilling my red blood to trickle down slowly. But since I’m still here, I know I have hope. There must be some remaining hope in me? Right?
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there is always hope…i know how that may sound to you belive me..i went decades thinking the exact opposite…but then i found myself truly at my losstest thats when i out of no where found the love of my life and i now know what true happiness is…the same can happen for u…i’m so sorry for the pain u r going thru at the moment…but if i can find the strength to get thru it u can find happiness down the road…i truly believe this. You will be in my thoghts and prayers.
There’s hope, but it’s hazy right now. I wish to be happy again. I don’t want it to be dependent on anything or anyone but myself. I want to be able to make myself happy, but I can’t. I see pleasure with the blade slicing through my skin.
know one is truly independant…we all need someone…people to lean on when things get tuffi there will be times when u feel those people or person doesn’t exist. but thats when u need to do whatever you can to push on. in time you will find someione who undestands you and will be there for you when u need them the most.
if u want to talk more my email is m.richard1@hotmail.com…or you can IM me at m.richard8800@yahoo.com
i tried to give u my email amd Im address so we could talk more easily …but the nazis that run this site won’yt let it be posted…
i’ll try this…email is m.richard1 thats at hotmail and my yahoo IM is m.richard8800
if you need someone to talk to let me know, please.