Depression is not my friend

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When I was younger,

I saw a girl with cuts across

her arms and thighs.

They caught my attention.

"Mommy, what are those?"

"She hurt herself, darling. Don't you mind."

I was so C O N F U S E D. 

Why would one slice their beautiful skin open?

But now I sit here at 3am,

In the dark,

Shaking,

Crying,

Screaming,

Blade in my hand,

Blood dripping,

Knowing exactly how she felt.