It started off with a rubber band
On the nights when I was sad.
But then I was sad every night and it just wasn't enough.
And then I looked in the mirror and I didn't what I saw.
And I didn't like myself and I cried at night.
So I went and found something sharp that wouldn't be missed.
And I took the point to my skin and it was better.
And then I just did it because that's my nightly routine.
And I tried to stop one night
Because he said he cared.
Then I understood how it would become an addiciton.
I had to do it.
Then I wrote stuff to make me remember why I started.
Fat, worthless, ugly and stupid.
So then the bad part of my brain started to take over.
And I needed something sharper.
So I took the blade out of a sharpener and the cuts began to stay.
I'm sorry because of the reasons on my skin.
But I tell myself they're true and cover my legs in cuts.
And once when I was walking across the road,
I saw a car coming towards me.
I looked at it and thought of the sweet release it would give.
And I didn't have a bad part of my brain anymore,
Because the depression had taken over.
One little comment and the car racing towards me didn't frighten me,
So I walked towards the road and asked for it all to end.
And I wasn't scared to die.
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All of this has happened to me.
But when I was in the middle of the road, I forced myself across. But I wasn't scared. I just knew he'd be sad.
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