I feel every cut, scars from many friends.
I've been sitting here kind of complacent for a few weeks. I've been mostly keeping to myself and haven't really been saying much important at all. I feel the seasons change and my mind slip and all of that other stuff that makes me feel depressed. I have had many friends who have dealt with this depression in ways I don't really care to talk about, but I feel I must. I have to talk about this because I fear that one day I will get the call that a friend went too far and nobody found them in time.
My ex-girlfriend, Samantha, was a cutter before she met me. I helped to make her feel loved enough to where she no longer felt that it was necessary. Basically, all I want to say is that there is always somebody out there that cares for you, whether you know it or not. I'm not going to preach on about how bad cutting is, how dangerous it is, because everybody already knows. I've had to talk friends down from overdoses and deep wrist cuts. Don't allow the depression to consume you, because then we all lose a person who could open our eyes to something we could not see before.
You're always loved and always will be loved. Before you take the next cut, ask yourself, would you do that to somebody you cared for?
My ex-girlfriend, Samantha, was a cutter before she met me. I helped to make her feel loved enough to where she no longer felt that it was necessary. Basically, all I want to say is that there is always somebody out there that cares for you, whether you know it or not. I'm not going to preach on about how bad cutting is, how dangerous it is, because everybody already knows. I've had to talk friends down from overdoses and deep wrist cuts. Don't allow the depression to consume you, because then we all lose a person who could open our eyes to something we could not see before.
You're always loved and always will be loved. Before you take the next cut, ask yourself, would you do that to somebody you cared for?