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 […]