When I was a child I would always watch violent movies so then the feeling came into my dreams
I had over came my asthma and then in third grade I was tripped really bad I flipped and almost broke my skull
My asthma was back ten times worse then the desire for pain was growing so then I moved again to my old house made new friends and we were with each other for three years then one day my two sister got out of her room and ran away it was three in the morning I was so worried I was only wearing a tang top and shorts running threw the streets
My feet were cut up badly and then I found my sister, the police were involved and then CPS (child protective services) for the third time this depression struck me worse then the times I have left out and then I went down stairs and grabbed a very extremely sharp knife and was about to kill my self I went up to my room and was about to stab and cut open my arm
My friend managed to stop me and then once again after all this hell i had to move in with my grand parents
I was crying cause my friend said she was gonna kill her self I quit I grabbed a pair of sharp ass scissors I have and was using the heal of my foot and hand to push down until I felt burning and then there was blood it would not stop bleeding
I met a guy who swore to keep me safe and never leave he was the only reason I made it to my new school but then he disappeared do I was left there alone until I met two girls at lunch then I met a crazy bunch of people I got used to them and then I met the two greatest girls ever you guys helped me threw a lot
And then I met lita which helped to I have many people who care I just don't seek for there help when needed the most so then I try to kill myself and one day i went crazy i almost beat up my sister badly
Then I got over that and it happened again my sister made me so angry I took scissors and cut up my arm and now I'm left here in my shadows of thoughts buried under my skin.
