I will never forget how the blood ran down my arm, and onto my sheets. How it felt to relieve all the pain that was eating away at my sanity. I remember how the tears of self hate ran down my cheeks as I looked in my mirror. They asked me, "How could such a beautiful, intelligent, and strong young woman have done this to herself?" Then as I laid there in a hospital bed with stitches in my arm, I said to them, "I could no longer hide my pain." Now the scares on my skin have faded, but they will still always be there.