Over and over again people have constantly reassured my value in this world,
which is something microscopic.
Someday I want to find the strength to be a better person and actually like myself.
Unlike most people, I at least try to push forward.
Sure I have my moments when I stumble and crumble into dust,
But I’m on a pursuit of happiness.
With the hope that somewhere out there the grass is greener, I try to pick myself up and live.
It would be nice if my family, and life’s obstacles weren’t constant blockades.
That’s life though. In the end it wouldn’t be worth living if I didn’t have to make some sort of fight.
So to put it simply,
I cut because it provieds me with comfort.
I cut because I refuse to inflict pain onto others.
I cut because I don’t value myself enough.
I cut because I hold the weight of my problems, fears, criticism, and doubt on my shoulders.
I cut because of the fortress around my heart.
Person [female, age 19, began to SI at age 16]