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Hello...I personally have desided it would be best tp make one of our web pages about why not to commit or try suicide.Please take this into serious thought.I'm not kidding around when I type all of this.I'm being the most serious I can.For all of you who know me.I kid around and take nothing serious.You'll gte to see my serious side.Please..please if you think about suicide, e-mail me right away, or tell an adult or someone you can trust.It helps.Trust me.This page is not a joke.It's to show people that suisice is never the answer.Please, take thought to all this.
                         - Tiffany Roberts


You are about to make a choice that could ruin your life.

Before you make that first cut, remember, you will enjoy this. You will find the blood and pain addictive. You’ll start off with a scratch, a single mark, and you’ll tell yourself that’s it. But it fascinates you, and you remember the release. So you do it again. And again. Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren’t deep and will heal easily, they will get deeper. They will scar. They may take months to heal. And years before the scars fade. Just wait for one cut to turn into ten, and ten to a hundred. If you think you can limit it to one area, think again… It will spread when you run out of skin. You hide them like a disease, living in a constant state of shame. You will find yourself lying to people you love, using any excuse you can think of to hide your habit for one more day. You will jerk back when people touch you as though their hands were dipped in poison. You will be terrified they’ll feel something under your shirt, or because it just hurts too much to be touched,

Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut, because you don’t know how bad it will be. You convince yourself you’re still in control, but deep down, you know the truth. You know you’re losing it, and hate yourself because of it. Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around cutting… cutting and covering it up. You live for your next cut, longing for the release, the blood, the pain… If you even feel the pain anymore. You feel nothing, you are nothing. Just wait until the first time you go ‘too deep’ and you freak out because the blood won’t stop. You’re shaking all over, and you can’t drag your eyes away. You are gaping, and it terrifies you, but you can’t tell anyone. You sit there alone, begging it will be ok, swearing you’ll never let it go this far again. But you will, and further.

Don’t worry, you will learn how to take care of yourself, so you can go deeper and deeper, but still avoid the ER. And the better you get at treating yourself, the deeper they get. Afterwards you feel guilty and ashamed. You cut again the next night to escape the guilt. But it haunts you, and you are stuck on a vicious never-ending carousel, it’s music only the sound of your cries.

You will start looking at everyone in a different way… Scanning their bodies for any signs of cuts, it becomes automatic. You just hope you might meet someone like you, so you don’t feel so terribly alone. You don’t even think about it, as your eyes search their wrists, arms… hoping, just hoping. But they are not like you. You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone.

You will start doing a lot of things alone, normal things, like your laundry, emptying the garbage. You can’t risk someone seeing the bloodstains on your clothes and sheets, or seeing the old bandages and bloody tissues. Be prepared to buy a whole new wardrobe… long sleeved shirts, even in summer, bracelets, wristbands… the list goes on. You’ll buy medical supplies, new blades, all the time terrified someone will ask why you need all these things.

Say goodbye to things you used to take for granted, like wearing shorts, sleeveless tops, swimming costumes. A normal day at the beach or swimming pool will be a far off memory for you. An impossibility.

You won’t be able to make it through a day without cutting… Next thing you know you’re in a public bathroom somewhere hacking at your arms. You’ll keep a blade with you all the time for emergencies. If you’re desperate enough, anything can be a tool… Scissors, a car key, a needle, a pen. Even a paperclip. Doesn’t matter what is, if you need to cut bad enough, you will find something.

You will become an expert on your body as you carefully destroy it. You will dream about it, you will have nightmares of being exposed. You will get so paranoid you think people are talking about it, or you, all the time. It will haunt you day and night and take over your life. You will wish you never made that first cut, because while you absolutely hate cutting, and want to stop, at the same time you love it, and cannot live without it.

You have been warned…

Suicide is not worth it.There are people who love you.If you try and commit suicide you're not helping yourself or anyone.Once you make that first cut, no taking it back.It WILL remain on your skin forever.The scars will show you.You'll feel awefull for doing it.Please think before you act.All you need is ten(10) seconds to choose not to.It's not worth your life to cut.
I only made this page not only for others, but for myself.Cutting is addicting.I looked at my arm lastnight and saw scars.It made me feel awefull.Please do NOT try it.Don't even think about it.Don't joke about it.Don't lie about it.Don't even consider it.There's more to life than wanting to die.You shouldn't want to die.It's not worth it.

If you have any thoughts sites better or any suggestions please don't hesitate to E-Mail me at :::: TiffanyRoseRoberts@hotmail.com :::
I will not e-mail you back with a "Thank you." I will e-mail you back with a sophisticated e-mail.

Hello.This web site will be about mine and my friends poems.I would respect it if you did not copy/plagerise any of our poems.Thank you

-Tiffany Roberts