One cut
Her day had been horrible
Two cuts
Bullies
Three cuts
They didn't bother her, no
Four cuts
They really didn't
Five cuts
They were just another reminder of what she had lost
Six cuts
Friends
Seven cuts
Family
Eight cuts
Love
Nine cuts
Hope
Ten cuts
and herself
She watched as the blood trickled down her arm. Red, trickling down a pale white canvas. To her, it looked beautiful. Something people didn't understand.
Cutting. A form of self harm. Something people thought they understood. They didn't like the fact that they didn't know why. So their brains came up with a bunch of lies. Complicated reasons and answers to explain why people cut. When in reality, it was the opposite. If someone had asked her why she cut herself, she wouldn't have a reason. She could spin a web of lies listing event after event of tragedies, saying that was the reason. However, that wasn't it. She could have chosen a different method to cope with the pain. There were thousands of different ways in the world. But she chose cutting, and she didn't have a reason. As they say, Insanity doesn't have a justification. Cause at the end of the day, it was just something people did. Another thing people failed to understand.
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Battle Scars
Conto"What's that on your arms?" "They're battle scars." "You fought in a battle?" ........................................................................................................... *Trigger warnings* Cutting If this triggers you or you feel un...
