United States
40° 52' 49.17" N, 73° 54' 34.3008" W

"I would rather have no daughter at all than have you as one."

As her words sliced through my skin,

I scratched my own behind closed doors.

I am stupid. I am ugly.

She doesn’t love me.


My sister, my savior:

"What's that?"

Lines of red covered my arms.

How could I let her see that?

I’m so stupid.


I had to stop.

I had to stop for her.

To have her go down a spiral of self-hatred,

Just like me,

Would break my heart.


One year later,

I look down at my wrists,

I can see faint white lines,

A reminder of my recovery.

I do not harm myself anymore.


I have a new mantra now:

I am caring. I am carefree.

I am happy.


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