You know you're invisible when ..

You have cuts on your wrists, and nobody notices.

I was depressed a couple of days ago, so i cut. It was the first time ever. I did it with a pin. The next night, i did again, but this time with a knife. I now have a trusty razor, which works every time. I can't stop now. I feel sad, and its just like thats the first thing i think of. Which is dumb, because it doesnt help. It just reminds me of all the pain when i see the cuts. And if anyone at school finds out, thats just another reason to call me emo, which they already do. I just need soemone to talk to. But instead, i confide in a razor. A lifeless razor ..