Pain of Cutting

by Emma
(Liverpool)

I took a razor blade to my wrist. I cut once and then again. I knew the pain I was going to suffer if I carried on. But I carried on. I cried every second I did this, screaming inside. I felt like this was the only way out. It was an escape from the pain I suffered.

Nobody knew the pain I felt day in and day out. This pain was so unbearable, I couldn't tell anyone how I really felt. I was protecting the people I loved by keeping this to myself. I didn't want them to feel my pain.