TWLOHA

When my friends do it, it hurts wicked bad. Seeing the cuts on their wrists, the scars. And when you ask them about it "It helps me feel better."



When I see the cuts on my baby sisters wrists, and I ask her about them, she says, "I've only done it once."

But once always turns into more. And more turns into a regular habit. A regular habit turns into a severe problem.



It scares me when my friends do it, but this is my baby sister. The only person in the world I would do ANYTHING for. And now all I wanna do is take the pain away. I want her to have more friends, for my mom to not yell at her, for her to feel beautiful.
I want to protect her from everything, but I know I can't. And this is evidence enough.

There have been times when I have wanted to cut myself. When I have wanted to throw up.
But I never can. Theres always something inside me that says I need to stop, that I'm stronger than this.
But am I strong, or am I just a coward?

I am not going to school tomorrow either. I am staying home with my baby sister, and spending time with her.
I am sorry about my group project that is due tomorrow. Maybe you guys will think of something. I'll pray about it.
I just know, that I can't make it through the school day tomorrow.
Not now.