you see those cuts,
yes they are real,
it might not be something you see everyday,
but they are real,
i am showing how i feel,
the deep ones show that i am really hurting and tearing myself apart,
the small ones show that i am upset but not that bad,
people see me as a good child,
but inside i am tearing myself apart,
i can't stand how i am happy on moment,
then the next i am sad, angry, upset,
i just wish people would see who i really am,
because if they did......
maybe i would get some help.
I've learned to 'roll with' my moods.......we all feel happy, sad, furious, etc...it's realizing that it's ok to 'feel' that helps. If I'm mad, I say I'm mad.........Once I stopped trying to pretend not to feel what I did, things started changing. Wonderully written Katie. You are really making yourself heard! ! That's the first step. :) Sincerely, Mary
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very strange, isn't it, how easily it is to sum up others, but not ourselves? This is very honest and brave; nice work.