Why do I matter?
Nothing I do means anything.
I am worthless.
Empty.
Alone.
I am surrounded by my friends, yet I am alone.I am aching to feel something other than sadness.
I want to feel.
I yearn to experience something other than this stupid depression.So I cut,
And I cut
Until the skin on my thighs is riddled with traces of red.
Scarlet drips down my thighs.I am in pain,
And I am so happy
Because I can finally feel.
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