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So what's your reason ?

Lost your friends ? Someone die ? Family problems ?

Do you feel sad, hurt, confused, alone, suicidal ?

So many reasons, so little room left on your wrists, your stomach, your legs

You hide it all, it's your secret, it's your way of life

What do you use ?

Scissors, pocket knife, glass, razor ?

Does it feel exhilarating ?

Does it subside your pain ?

So what if it hurts him ? So what if she bleeds ?

It doesn't hurt you...It's not your blood

It's not your body, It's not your life

It's to cope, it's a thrill

It lets you be in control

It makes you feel alive !

So what if this person is covered in scars ?

So what if it becomes an addiction ?

So what if this person does it their entire life ?

Let them cut

Let them cut until they're dripping crimson