We couldn`t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

When I stopped cutting it was only because I could afford to,because the need for it had apparently run its natural course,like the fever the body mounts to fight off infection,that subsides when the danger is past*

These cuts run deep,these scars are permanent and always on display this makes things difficult for me*

The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.