I remember my first time cutting as i drugged the blade across my wrist i remember thinking for the first time i wasn't in pain anymore. No tears where shed it didn't hurt i remember thinking i could've ended it all then and there, but i didn't i wanted to live to experience life. I want to travel the world get married have kids and to finally be loved. Then I remember that my mama saw the marks. She said "there's nothing wrong with you you have a good life it's over a boy isn't it i remember thinking how i could've ended it all she didn't get me help. I remember she told me it made her look like she didn't take care of me and that they we're going to take my siblings. I remember telling her that I just wanted help I wanted to be happy I didn't want to have you dark thoughts in my head anymore. I got tired of voices telling me what I could and can that be, and the strange thing was the voices heard it like my mama
