What I told them: I didn't cut last night. What I didn't say: I need a sharper blade. — Leslie Copy Share Image
Here is a secret that shall remain unspoken: the cuts are deeper, and my life is still broken. — Leslie Copy Share Image
She cuts herself, but not too deep. It's not enough to kill her, just enough to make her bleed. — Leslie Copy Share Image
He said he loved me, but I knew it was a lie. Now I have cuts on my wrists and my thighs. — Leslie Copy Share Image
I never told you I struggle with depression because I don't want your sympathy — Leslie Copy Share Image
My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the… — Leslie Copy Share Image
This will be the last cut. After this, there will be no more. There will be a lot of things I will… — Leslie Copy Share Image
This is my last breath, you'll find a note on my bed. As the blood hits the floor, I'll be knocking on… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I swear, there isn't anything that makes me happy. I mean, there are so many things that COULD/SHOULD cause joy, but I… — Leslie Copy Share Image
Depression is the worst killer. It corners you and rips away every shred of happiness until there's nothing left. It leaves you… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I don't want to be the girl who: cuts, thinks of suicide, cries herself to sleep, gets judged by everyone, fake smiles,… — Leslie Copy Share Image
You think your alone? You're not... Look around each one of us has been through it, but that doesn't matter. It matters… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I'm sorry if I'm scared. I'm sorry if I'm depressed. I'm sorry if I'm mean. I'm sorry if I'm suffering. I'm sorry… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I sit with crisp lined paper and a pencil in my hands. The once clean paper is dotted red with the blood… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I'm waiting for you, but you never show up. I go in search to find you, my love. My heart is broken… — Leslie Copy Share Image
I hate not being able to wear short sleeves. I hate going to sleep and praying I don't wake in the morning.… — Leslie Copy Share Image
Don't pick up the razor tonight. Please leave it untouched. I know it's hard, I know you have your reasons. Please, don't… — Leslie Copy Share Image
She cuts herself, but not too deep. It's not enough to kill her, just enough to make her bleed. — Leslie Copy Share
Have you ever been in love? Isn't it awful? The constant insecurity of not being good enough. The worries of how others will think… — Leslie Copy Share
I sort of like this boy... Well, maybe a little more than sort of... Maybe a lot more... Well... Okay, I admit it, I'm… — Leslie Copy Share
I can't make any promises because they are made to be broken. I can't be happy because I have no joy. I can't keep… — Leslie Copy Share
Everyone asks me what I like about you, I can't tell them though 'cause they'll fall in love too. — Leslie Copy Share
My cuts have spread from my wrists to my thighs. One day I'll be covered in red ribbons of blood, but the only cut… — Leslie Copy Share
You weren't put in this life to give up, they say. You have a purpose, they say. Then why can't you tell me what… — Leslie Copy Share
No matter what we go through, I'll always be there for you. And every night I pray, That you will do the same. — Leslie Copy Share
I don't want to be the girl who: cuts, thinks of suicide, cries herself to sleep, gets judged by everyone, fake smiles, hates her… — Leslie Copy Share
