i lie & say he was crazy.

About a year and a half ago, I cut. Pretty bad. The scars, are obviously still there, and they look the same. Imagine waking up every day, with these ugly scars as a constant reminder of what you couldn't even suceed at. People thtink I'm crazy, but I've started telling them, I had a crazy boyfriend, who cut me.

It works.
People assume it was him, and not me.
He was drugged up on some drugs, sometimes acid or pcp, and got angry at me. I had to move. No one questions.

I just wish I didn't cut. It's something I live with every day of my life.