Cut Here.

I grab my things and go downstairs to study hall, in which i plan to finish my homework.
I'm freaking out too much.
Instead, I draw.
I worry.
Is this an announcement? To everyone, that I cut myself?
How could she have seen it?
How does she know it?
Tears roll down my face and I slowly move the pencil back and forth, shading the depressed anime character.
It's supposed to me.
But of course I'm not half as pretty as that.
I slam my head on the desk and sit there until the bell rings.
What she saw was not the cuts, but something just as close.
What I did..was draw dotted lines. Across my wrists. That said "cut here."
It was the usual place I cut. But I haven't in a while.
No. I don't have a boyfriend to make it better.
I just have a friend. One friend. And I feel like i mean something every once in a while now.
i dig my nails into my skin..I feel so stupid. I want to be gone. I wish I never existed. So I wouldn't have to hurt myself and feel these things.
I want to kill myself. But honestly, I am afraid of death.
The bell rings.