Pain

        One night about 2 yrs ago, I couldn't keep holding in my pain but I also couldn't let it out. I couldn't stop crying, but no matter how much I cried, my heart kept hurting. I couldn't take the pain that was hurting on the inside. I needed a distraction from it. I grabbed the blade.

      I never thought my life would turn out like this, but it did.And I had deal with it. I pushed the blade down into my skin and cut.
     Sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I no longer felt the pain on the inside. I was now distracted by the pain on the outside.
A pain that would be easier to heal.

I didn't mind the scars. Not that anyone would see them. Out of fear of somebody seeing them and calling me a "attention whore" I cut somewhere other than my arm. If people saw them today they'd probably think that they are stretchmarks.

But I know the truth.
I know the pain.

            - Sombody who understands.