…. When I remember why I first started self-harming I cry. Not on purpose, just because I feel like there could’ve been a bit more to the issue at hand. I was twelve when I started and now at eighteen and high school is almost over I still struggle. My mom left me on Christmas day when I was twelve and that’s when I started injuring. Over the years stress, anger, depression, anxiety, and overwhelming things have brought the tool close to me. I battle everyday and my family ignores it.. They know about it but they don’t confront it.. Not like my close friends who literally make me sit down and talk about why I injure. It helps but they don’t know why I started so when I remember why, I cry and I shut-up and stay quiet for hours at a time.

Yeah.. It hurts to this day to know she left me and I started injuring because of it.. I just, I want to be accepted and let people know that the reason why I cry is because of my scars, the ones people really don’t see…