......

You know....

It feels horrible when someone you knew follows you, and they unfollowed you...when you're already going through big amounts of pain. In your arms, heart, and mind, you know there's something wrong. You just don't want people to know.

So you keep doing what you're good at, cutting. You want to look prettier because people say you're not pretty. You just want to die. It's a normal feeling for you, ya know? Ever since life took a toll on you, you've felt useless and unwanted.

You don't think anyone is there for you, since you're useless. People do my care. Your family doesn't understand, and you don't want tone an attention whore on Wattpad known for this stuff. You think about it, and write it anyway.

You post it, and once its posted, you continue cutting, since you know they probably won't care either.....

This person....isn't you....

This person is Me.