Thoughts of a Dead Girl

Hi I'm a 16 year old girl, and I don't care about looks or how I act or even what I say or do because of one good reason...
I'm dead.
Yeah I know what your thinking. "Why would you do that? Your so young! You had your whole life ahead of you and you threw it all away!"
But my life was a hell to me and to properly explain what was going though my head I'm going to show you some of my thoughts.
So here's a dead girls thoughts.

*This book mentions cutting and suicide*


6. Cuts

Well I started cutting when I was 13 years old, all because I didn't fit into any of the 'clicks' of girls at my school because I was the different one, the odd one out. My mum said it was because I grew up faster then the other girls, but I knew it was because I was ugly *slice* because I was fat *slice* because I was different *slice* and those were my first three cuts I made on my body. Then it just became a way to let all the pain out by slicing into my skin and watching the blood trickle off of me.

I started on my wrists but people started to notice and start to ask questions, so I started cutting on other parts of me, like my waist, thighs and belly. Then if anyone asked were the scars came from I would just say i "fell" or "I'm just clumsy." 

I lied, to my friends, to my family, everyone.

I didn't tell anyone, I didn't need to tell anyone, I didn't need help or pity because nothing is wrong with me. 

I'm dead now so what does it matter that i have a few scars on my body.


*I'm here to help*

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