My room is the only place where I'm safe.  My dad doesn't go in there and I am almost always alone.  If I'm not eating or helping my brother I'm in my room.  It's where I go to cry, scream, cut, or sometimes attempt suicide.  My sister often comes in my room.  Only because she can't deal with any of her emotions. She cuts more than I do and she once woke me up in the middle of the night with blood pouring down her arm.  I had to take her to the ER and she's never cut that deep since then.  She's come into my room with her arm dripping blood but nothing too serious.  I'm very concerned for her but there's really nothing I can do.
MyImpendingSuicide MyImpendingSuicide
13-15, F
May 10, 2012