when i first started i thought i could stop, but i became addicted, i needed to cut, to bleed, to feel better for that split second, to forget about my terrible life, but it only helped for a little while, then i would have to cut again for the same effect, i started cutting more and more, until i had no uncut skin on my arm, so i moved to my stomach, then my legs, then anywhere that could be covered. it became an everyday thing, i was addicted to the pain, soon i came to realize, that cutting was not only hurting myself, but hurting my loved ones as well, so i wanted to stop, i tried to stop, but it wasn't that easy, it took an extremely long time for me to stop, but i learned how to express my feelings, how to talk to people and how to cry all because there was someone out there, who truely cared about me and wanted what was best for me it really hurts to look at my body and remember, all the pain i put myself through, because i was misunderstood sexually abused physically, mentally, and emotionally abused. for awhile after i stopped some people called me weak because i had to cut instead of cry but cutting was not a weakness it made me stronger and helped me become the person i am today. coment plzz