She paints a pretty picture,
but this story has a twist.
You see her paintbrush is a razor,
and the canvas is her wrist.
From: After by Amy Efaw
I am a 12 year old girl suffering minor depression. The other day I was crying and I told myself to stop, I threatened myself that I would cut. It was my first time. It I 3 days later and I now use it as a form of punishment, if I cry I make a cut. Simple. But I need to stop, I want to stop before it gets out of hand, before I lose control but I don’t know how. Please I am begging you, please help me, please.