Self-tortureA Story by SamanthaOne of my other thoughtsThe temptations are getting worse, the thought of everything be so close to me makes me feel clostafobic; unable to get the thoughts away but I want help others around me as it makes me happy. I don’t want to ruin anyones day by saying I want to go home and cut my skin open one cut by another until I feel sick and needing to throw up, I try my best to be calm and happy but it just doesn’t stay long enough for me to get over the fact that I have all these mental health problems. I used to be able to control myself, I’m oblivious to situations and how to act; freaking out once realizing that this feeling doesnt seem right not even a little bit. This pain, unable to forgive myself over the years I have cut, why is it hard to breathe? I get told to be calm and breathe, its not as easy as you think. Do people actually notice I’m gone, at this moment in time I’m writing this thought; no one has come looking for me, Im in the school grounds fighting this all alone. Maybe I should just end
it… I’m not sure I can do this for very much longer. I’m so stressed and
shaking, I bite the sides of my nails on the skin; I bite off the skin in my mouth
and my lip until it bleeds and stings.
I get asked if I’m okay I feel that I have to say I’m good or even great, I just don’t want to ruin anyone’s day but then it comes to people I really love and they don’t want me to lie to them; yet when I do tell them the truth I sound like I’m attention seeking, maybe I am at this point nothing is working out, but for me at the age of 16 no one fully understands what happens to me at night when I cant sleep, when I have a panic attack or go and eat till my tummy hurts. My shower is my happy place but my worst nightmare. © 2019 SamanthaAuthor's Note
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