"The First Cut"
I make the first cut i smiled it feals good the pain is exciting the blood flows freely every painful memory causes another cut i walk out the bathroom smiling "it didn't hurt at all".
The second time i cut it hurts i think maybe if i do it again it won't hurt the pain intensifies with a horrible thought i realized i cut to deep.
the pain was unbearable i get some tissues and run out the bathroom my mom finds the bloody tissues i tell her i had i bloody nose.
I go to school and show a friend that cut he said it was cool i show my friends i had in 5th grade there not who don't cut when they see my cuts there horrified.
I was left confused wasn't it cool?
When i'm walking down the hall a kid calls me emo i sit down in french class feeling numb one of my friends asks me what was on my arm and i completely broke down.
I know he realized what it was because when i saw his face he was surprised .
I sit in the solitude of my room thinking is this what he made me.
Did he twist me this much i looked in the mirror and just stared at what he made me.