Cuttingg

Q.You know what?
A.I still cut myself..

Q.Why do I cut myself?
A.Live is hard for me to live.

Q.Why is it hard for me to live?
A.I'm a rose trying to grow towars the sunlight, but am stuck in the shadow for the so called "Greats".

Q.Who are the "Greats"?
A.My sister's my family.

Q.Is that the only reason why I cut myself?
A.No, that would be stupid. Extremely.

Q.Do I want to tell why else it's hard?
A.Sort Of.

Q.Where do I cut myself?
A.Where hip piercings are located.

Q.What do I have to live up too?
A.Smart honor rolls, scholarship, atheletic, bubbly, preppy, perky, pretty sluts.

Q.Who are they?
A.My sisters and cousins.

Q.Am I going to tell you why I cut myself?
A.Yeahh, I guess..

Q.Why do you cut yourself?
A.I feel unloved mostly, hurt, frustrated, sometimes even suicidal.

Q.What makes you feel like this?
A.That is a story for an other blogging day..

Q.When will I write that?
A.Sometime soon..