Triggers: SELF HARM and implications to anxiety, depression, body dysformia, and abuse 

Cut, cut, cut.

Blood trickles down the arms, legs, and stomachs of children. Children shoved into grown up bodies to feel grown up pain.

Cut, cut, cut.

When we were small, worries were nonexistent. Life was simple. Who cared what I wore, how I did my hair, or how expensive my shoes were?

No one. No one cared. We were just children.

Cut, cut, cut.

Am I still a child? "Yes," the world says. "You're not eighteen."

"No," the world says. "You're a teenager now. Act like an adult."

Cut, cut, cut.

Why must you confuse me like this?

Cut, cut, cut.

I was just a child. Ignorant to the world of finances, social pressures, and mental illness. Little did I know, the world would soon gift me those scars, wrapped with a yellow bow. The color of deceit.

Cut, cut, cut.

"You're not enough, but everyone is beautiful," society says.

Cut.

"Humans all make mistakes, but you must be punished for your imperfections."

Cut.

Why must you confuse me like this?

Cut.

You call me a porcelain doll, perfect in every way. If I'm so precious, why do you throw me to the ground and shatter me for a tiny chip in the paint? Why do you crush me for an imperfection you made?

Cut, cut, cut.

To the girl with only a few dozen Instagram followers, put on more makeup. No one wants to see your real face! It's not as pretty as it should be. Why didn't you get better genes?

Cut, cut, cut.

To the boy with a B+ in Math, you've lost that 4.0 so take the bruise your father gives and give yourself another. You're not smart enough for his love.

Cut, cut, cut.

To the girl with the plus sized dress, stop eating that salad. The dressing has 71 calories! Take these pills so you vomit it back up before the fat sets in.

Cut, cut, cut.

To the boy who can't afford the newest iPhone, take the knife your peers hold out to you and make the cut. Your hands will be red, not theirs.

Cut, cut, cut.

To the girl who's friends promise her they'd do anything for her, who were you kidding? Why would they do so much for you? They don't really care about the scars they leave, so just add some more.

Cut, cut, cut.

To the society that held the whip beating against our backs, why do you feed us these lies? Why do you tie strings around our hands to puppeteer them to be the ones that bring down the knife? Why do you hurt us for our humanity? Who does it help? What is it for?

Cut, cut, cut.

Blood trickles down the arms, legs, and stomachs of children. Children shoved into grown up bodies to feel grown up pain.

Cut, cut, cut. And for what?

*A/N Don't report me. I don't harm myself, but I know people who have and this was basically just a letter of anger to society who made them feel like that was the only choice. Seriously, don't report me.*