My whole life people have left me, my dad, my mom, my siblings, my friends, and at the end, it's just me, all alone in my thoughts. I knew it was bad when i started using knives to cut myself. Trying to pierce into my skin every night.
Trying to turn mental pain into physical pain. I knew it was bad when i constantly overdosed on a suicide attempt and tried every form of self harm so i could just go back to the days where i felt like i had everything, where i had people that were there for me, to help me, to talk to me.
But i didn't need help, i didn't want help. Everytime the blade went into my skin it was like everything stopped all the suicidal thoughts all the mental pain, everything.
I couldn't stop, i wouldn't stop. Then it had all ended...when they found out the truth about me....