Candy-Hen

Slide the blade across your wrist. Again. Again. Again. Stop. "Doesn't it hurt?" I can't feel anything. "A little." Punch your own stomach. Harder. Harder. Does it hurt yet? Yes. Keep going. "Why do you do that?" The pain makes me feel alive. "I don't know." Stare. Cry. Scream. Stop. Keep staring. "What's wrong with you?" I'm dead inside. "Nothing." "Emotional freak." I'm just depressed. "Sorry." Stare at your arms. Your stomach. Your waist. Your thighs. "What are you doing?" I'm ugly. "Never mind." "Attention seeker." I just have low self esteem. "I'm sorry." Cuts. Scars. Tears. Emotions. "Emo." "Scene girl." "Psycho." I'm just human