I was happy I was excited to wake
up and start the day, at least i thought I was DON'T LOOK DOWN DON'T LOOK DOWN I look anyway I see the fading scars on my wrist CUT CUT CUT I can't do it I thought I was doing so good HELP HELP HELP I'm no longer safe not at school not at home not even at dance. nowhere CUT CUT CUT I can't do this any longer SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH I need help PICK PICK PICK PLEASE HELP ME! I pull out my phone no notifications, I go to my therapist contact, I Typ help me I just wanna die I don't press send. I don't want to. I don't wanna deal with it I don't want to have to go back to that miserable place where all the suicidal teens go, where the shoot drugs into your ass with a needle and syringe. It's scary. I'm scared. I turn my phone off, it's not worth it. I just wanna go home, I have to leave the bathroom and go back to class at some point.
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Scars
Teen FictionI book about a young teen Struggling with school, mental health, friends, and home life Tw: suicidal, SA, self harm, phychward
