If I told you would you understand? If I told you what I’ve done, would you love who I am? I chose the wrong things in everything, choosing nothing in the end. Run, run, running away. Sleep, dream, waiting for the good just to fall into my hands. Love left me in its dust, lust drove by and picked me up. It forced me back to my feet by cutting out my heart and leaving my soul to die. I tried to find the answers in half truths, but they only told me lies. I tried to kill my pain but each cut brought it […]
People say that people cut for attention.
Many cutters fight back saying things like “If it’s for attention, why are we hiding? Why are we lying?”
But I think that it’s completely different.
I don’t want anyone to know that I cut. I don’t want people to try to help me.Â
But sometimes I fantasize about someone seeing a glimpse of my wrist. I imagine that they grab my arm and stare, shocked. I want them to ask me why. And I want to tell them.
I don’t want people to know.
But all I want is to scream at the top of my lungs about how much it hurts.
Maybe it […]
My name is Kyla. I am 15 years old. I think I will start this with a timeline.
June 11, 1997- Born
I was born in Calgary, Alberta. That’s in Canada for those of you who don’t know.
The first two years of my life were spent in my grandfathers house, located in a quiet and respectable community, as my parents were poor and couldn’t support themselves.
I was raised in a neighborhood that was known for its criminals. We lived in a run down townhouse. Â Our neighbors were drug addicts and whores. We even lived next to a crackhouse.
Police sirens were always wailing in the background, and it […]
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