[xxCaycexx]

It started as just one little cut...just one to smother the memories in my head.
But then, it became every two weeks...every week...every other day...now it's everyday, sometimes multiple times a day.
Every day they get deeper and deeper, but the memories won't go away.
The whispers in my head are getting louder and louder, but I'm running out of room to punish myself.

The words carved into my arm ring with truth...
'DIRTY' 'SLUT' 'FAT' 'UGLY' 'WHORE'
I can't stop myself...at least the knife silences the memories for a little while...
It's consuming me and I don't know how to stop it.

I'm weak...and my scars are my badge of shame...
I hate myself....