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I know I've asked for this a lot about me getting a comment on my writing. I keep doing that because some of my writing are just completely ignored. I'm sorry for asking but I do need the feedback so I can really improve. I went with all my writing that has at most ten comments.

Broken AngelI’m not sure when I first realized I was broken or different. Maybe it was when the voices in my head started talking to me more than usual. Or maybe when I started to realize my feelings for my best friend, Annie, was much more than a friend. Either way, it wasn’t normal. At least for my family. I once talked to my mom about my feelings for Annie and the voices and that’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made. She thought I was possessed by the devil and that it was wrong to have feelings for Annie. She forced me to get help or she would kick me out. I did get “help”. The help was me being forced to talk to our Preacher. I made him...

Meow The room is silent as I look for my pencil sharpener. No one’s home, it’s just me and the pets. Dad’s at a friend’s house, mom’s at work, and Chris is at a friend’s house as well. I love these nights, the nights where I can get the house to myself for awhile. Anyway, I found my pencil sharpener. I sit on my bed as I get lost in my thoughts once again. It’s been taken apart like it has been for awhile. it hasn’t been used in roughly a month though. Hard to believe I’ve been clean for a month from self-harm. I shouldn’t relapse, people would be upset if I did. Maybe I’ll be able to hide it better this tim...

BrokenTold I was broken today Don't know why Maybe because of the cuts On my arm Or my depression How am I broken From these things How would you fix me If I'm broken Or maybe I'm Unable to be fix What will you then How can you fix something That will forever stay Broken

Will It HelpAlone again Just for a little bit But enough time To make more scars You told not to Told to stop By family Friends Even the counselor Told to write Instead of cutting Told to draw Instead of cutting Will it work though Will it stop the pain Will it help

Until I StopIt's almost been two years Since I started this destruction Two years worth of scars Upon my arms So many blades I've gone through How much longer Will this keep up Until I die by suicide Or something else? How much longer Until I get help How much longer Until I stop

Butterfly I was born in black ink. I was just some drawing that I thought had no meaning. I would soon realize that I was going to be the most important drawing you ever drew. When you first drew me I noticed something, your arm that I was on was covered in red lines, the lines of someone who self-harmed. At that moment I realized what I was, I was a way to quit cutting. At that moment I knew my goal, to stop you from self-harming. You gave me a name. You called me Angel, after the girl you liked. She didn’t know this, she just knew you self-harmed. When I started to fade, I was afraid you would start self-harming again, but I was wrong....

SharpieI use Sharpies a lot To draw on my skin And my friends hate me for it Even though it makes A pretty picture In one color There's a twist with This one color The color is blood And the Sharpie's a razor blade

Save MeI'm so far in This depression That I can't take Much more I'm asking myself If it's to late to Save me The thoughts are getting darker And meaner Getting me closer To ending my life Someone save me I might just end it all tonight Finally make me happy Once in for all But I don't want to leave Not yet I want to live longer And be happy But I can't So please, before I end it Save me

Completely HappyThe stars are shining bright This clear night It's a beautiful night To end my life I know how now After trying to decide For so long How to end my life But first I must make sure I have a couple of things A letter to mom and dad And my razor blade I put the letter To my side And roll up my sleeves My arms reveal My history of pain Through cuts That travel up my arms I grab my razor blade And the final cut Putting the cut over All the others I finally end my life Completely happy

Clock Will Stay TickingThe clock is ticking Counting til my end Who knows when it ends Not even I know when it ends But I will be able to stop the clock If I end my life That thought is floating Around in my mind Bringing me closer everyday To completing that thought I try so hard to ignore this thought But it might win soon For now though The clock will stay ticking

Do I Regret?Scars running up and down my arms and legs Carefully hidden so no one can see They hide feelings I can't release Feeling I don't let anyone see I let thoughts that no one knows Into those cuts Thoughts that are dark and violent Staring at these cuts I ask myself one question Do I regret cutting? The answer? Yes, I do regret

Open Your EyesSmiling face Just a lie Open your eyes Can't see the blood Showing though clothes Open your eyes Can't see the face That just wants to die Open your eyes Depression fake Just for attention Open your eyes There's a world You never see Open your eyes There's pain out there You need to see Open your eyes You could save lives If you just Open your eyes

Meet AnorexiaLook at the smiling girl in front of you She looks healthy right She isn’t though. because of who? Whoever it is it has taken her lightIt’s made her skinny By taking away her fat Has made her mini And has made her look like a batPeople wonder and ask questions Asking “How did this happen” They give her suggestions But they can’t help their poor maidenThey learn who took her light and life Meet Anorexia who gave you grief