Normal

The feel of coldness, of a sharp, thin blade against my skin.

Have you ever felt that almost sinister feeling, almost forbidden?

It's the most exhilarating feeling there is to a teenager.

When everything is not going right, but so wrong. Nothing in order, almost as if you were taken from your home a thrown right into the pits of Hell.

This is mostly the time we take the blade and draw blood from our wrist.

There is nothing to cure this... this way of thinking...

People - No - Adults think that there are cures to everything in this world that doesn't go there way.

But I ask what is there to cure about us who think differently than others? Who possibly think of death almost every waking moment of our lives?

I ask again What is there to cure about us?

There is nothing to cure, we are as normal as everyone else.