cutting

to a lot of people those little horizontal cuts on someones arm scream "EMO!". they go along with the black hair in the eyes, the dark clothes and shopping at hot topic. its a stereotype, just something some people make fun of. "your such an emo" To most people those little cuts scream "avoid me". they go along with the nights crying and the hassle of having a friend who always needs to be taken care of, who always brings a bad mood to the party to most people they mean I'm broken beyond all repair. they mean I'm suicidal or I need a psychologist. they mean I should be in a hospital or on medication. they go along with thoughts of Prozac and mood modifiers. they mean I need help. but to some people those little cuts on my arm mean exactly what they mean to me. they conjure up memories of their own nights spent crying. of the times when they just needed to feel in control, like they had the say on one little thing. when they had to do something, anything other then just sit there. they conjure up memories of days spent avoiding friends who mean well but don't understand. they mean that I feel the same way they do. these people aren't the ones who see the cuts and freak, tell my mum and send me straight to the therapy. they aren't the ones who ignore it and joke later about how I'm such an emo. they aren't the ones who give me the lecture and make me promise "never ever again". they're the ones who know how I feel. and that makes all the difference.