My story.

This is writen for my friend Jessika

I remember middle school clearly. Are the tears, the fears, and the scars. Everything was a nightmare and everything wasn't okay. There was so much I wish I hadn't done. So much I wish I would of said. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I look at my scars and I see it all. All the staring and the rummors. Every word people said about me. All the harsh words that left me for dead. I tried to cut the pain away, but it didn't work. I ended up in the hospital many times, but nothing seemed to work. After that I was home schooled and never cut again. Life is so long and pain full at first, but stay strong and you'll get through it.