I thought blood was enough, but no, you also needed my tears.

I'm used to you hurting me, and that's why I cut myself. Because it feels strange not to.

My tears come, but they're not what I pay attention to. No, instead, I remember you. Everything you've done, you do, to me.

I don't know if you meant for it to go that far, but it sure seems like it.

Are you happy now? Now that I'm killing myself? Now that tomorrow morning I could be one of those poor human beings at the edge of a roof ready to jump? Now that your knuckles are bleeding from the contact of my bones?

This is what happens when you bully people, when you bully me. Stop. Help me stop this bloody habit! Because it's all your fault, and you'll have to live with the consequences!

I know this sounds mean or rude or bad or negative, but look, we have to see the negative in things to change them. I want this change, the relationship you and I have.

Please.

I don't want to hurt you or myself. But it's happening. Why must you hurt me?