Today, I had cut myself for the first time and it numbed the pain... The pain from, the words you used to say that made me beautiful, the kiss you gave me as you left, the hand holding as I cried on your shoulder, and the depression and stress you gave me afterward. Now you treat me like I was nothing to you.

But do you remember?


I am "Beautiful?" remember?


"I was perfect, remember?"                                        And I was also the one you know said you moved on, and
                                                                                          I was actually thinking we had something again...
And I bet if I told you I cut myself because of YOU.





You probably wouldn't care. The people that loved me did....



I didnt even tell my sister, and if she knew, she probably wouldn't have said horrible things to me today.