I use to cut myself, I regret that so much.
I didn’t want to be like everyone else, I wanted my way of letting go to be somewhat different.
I didn’t cut my wrists, instead I went for my face.. Somewhere everyone looks.
I only did it twice, but that’s two too many.
Why did I let someone make me feel so low about myself?
Why was I so dumb? SMH.
Ugh, I hate myself for doing that. Now I have scars that I’ll have for the rest of my life, a constant reminder of my depression.
But I’ve learned, You Are Beautiful. No matter what anyone says.