You say you love me . I believe
you . If you knew what i was doing on the other side of the phone
you wouldn't be proud. I'm not proud of my mistakes or
the scars they left behind. You say you will kiss every scar i
have . And tryed to make me promise not to do it again . I
couldn't promise you that. The will to do it is way to strong
. You may not see the art work on my wrist , but its there . If
you run your fingers over it . You can feel every little bit of
my art work. If i could i would erase it , but my art work was
done in PERMENANT
marker .. Im sorry. It just cant be un done. You won't
forgive me inside . Your supporting me in every way. My wrist is
stinging . I want to just run and scream . Theres so many people
who deal with this everyday.. I've done it since i was 11 ,
im 12 now. I wear so many braclets now . It's unbelieveable.
I snap hair ties on my wrist until they sting . I can't stop
. I don't know what you'll think when you see the scars.
I don't know what ill think when you ask to even see them.. I
may not be this little girl after all ..
Im dying inside.
