It Triggered Me

In my creative writing class we have to write a 30 page essay for finals. Later, my friend wrote a poem for it and wanted feedback. I thought it would be about anorexia, since she recently went through it. No. It was about cutting. It was purely fictional, but as I read it I wanted to cut so badly..I started to rub my wrists. I asked her if this was fictional, which it was, and told her not to cut. She promised she would never. As soon as I got home though, I cut. Not just because of the poem, today had been rough on me.

I'm such a hypocrite. I tell my friend not to cut when I do.
Livingbyastand Livingbyastand
18-21, F
Jan 7, 2013