Mandy
My name is Mandy and I was hoping to share my pictures on the site not for selfish reasons or to make anybody want to do it but rather to prevent them from doing so. I am slowly learning how to slow down but I have learned that this isn’t just something you can stop automatically. It’s an addiction that you have to work at. I started cutting when I was about thirteen probably. I had tried once or twice before but it never became bad until I hit that age. I have lived with this ongoing demon and am almost seventeen now trying to figure out how to stop this. When I was younger I remember planning a lot of my suicide attempts, wondering why nobody cared. Then I came into my relationship with God. The following is a piece of poetry I wrote that was going to be included in my suicide note:
Mom and dad_
I miss the days you loved me
When I was your little girl
The days that I would sit on your lap
Before all the problems unfurled
The yelling and the tears
They continued through the years
Until one friday night
You knew something wasnt right
You found me in my room
I was dead on the floor
Never would we fight anymore
