Saturday, 10 March 2007
12:18:22 PM (GMT)
I was the one,the one that people addressed me as That Girl.Some knew me by
my name,Bailey,most didn't.I had a haunting life,but not the worst,but not the
best.There was so much wrong with me.I was always miserable,and had only a few
outlits for the pain;crying,and crying while cutting.
It got so addicting.Only a few I said.Then someone bought me a book.I read
it,there was a poem it said,
"One cut.That's it.That's all."you told me.
"One cut,"I said"That's all it takes.
One cut is such a big mistake."
"one cut,"you said,"won't hurt i swear.
On slit on your arm right there."
I watched you slit your arm,
and then I did too.
I don;t know why-I guess it seemed like the right thing
"One little cut,"I told myself.
"I'll be just fine."
So I started cutting myself all the time.
I became addicted-I needed to cut my arm
"A few more cuts,"I told myself"won't do any harm."
But thn one day,my mom walked in.
"What are you doing?Why'd you start and when?"
These are questions that she said,
As all thememories rushed through my head.
I got help,and now I'm better
So i wrote you this letter.
When I got home,I asked where you were.
"She never got help,"Mom said.
"Something terrible happened to her."
"One cut.That's all,"you said.
And you almost wound up dead.
I know one cut is all it takes
One cut is such a huge mistake."
I would read it over and over,but still,no one would know.
They thought I was fine,even thought I cut all the time.
They asked m,Bailey?How did you get those little cuts?"and I relied,"Nothing,just an
And we moved on.
I felt horrible lying to my friends.
But I did,because I knew what they would do,they'd tell people,and then probably make
me get help.I don't need it.
I can stop.I think.