Cutting Away the Pain

By , Culpeper, VA
I was going to the hospital to see my great grandmother she was sick and I always wanted to keep her company,but when i got there my mom had a sad look on her face I remember saying"Baby she is gone" immediatley I broke down,bawling.We were real close, I really loved her, but now she was gone. But all my troubles started way before that,but when she was gone that was my breaking point.I was depressed right before winter started, I was depressed beacase of the things that happened in my past. Like when my dad went to Iraq,he was my normal dad but when he got home he was not the same person i had known my whole life.before that My brother,sister,aunt,uncle,and grandfather.I felt like I was being punished for something I had done wrong.But as I said my Great- Grandmothers death just broke the point,thats when I started cutting.It wasn't bad at first it was just little scratches here and there and then it got to the point where I started using razors.It got to the point where I wanted to committ suicide,there is more.I was constantly pressured with school,getting good grades and being bullied.Don't worry about me now I am fine I haven't cut for awhile.But one thing I have learned the scars stay forever,eventhough it may take away the pain it is only for a short while and boy don't I fell a whole lot better not doing it.But remeber a human is just like a flower,fragile and needs good care.





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Stormmyweather101 said...
May 21, 2011 at 4:33 pm
I used to cut too, I stopped, then I stated again, and trust me the only way to really get fixed and stop forever is to go to counseling, it's what i had to do to get better because you really dont learn from this mistake by yourself.
 
Rainbowgirl433 replied...
Jun. 13, 2011 at 1:47 pm
Hey, I used to cut, only for about a week. I realized it was wrong. This may sound silly, but the only reason I started was to see how it felt for my classmate. She cut, and was proud of it. She admitted it to her friends, and my teachers heard but did not do anything about it. Now I am left with a few scars, and am afraid of only the doctor noticing and asking me about the scars. I have recovered, and am happy. My parents didn't know, and my sister used to cut.
 
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