I have never wanted to cause harm to myself, but I know person’s who have. Young ladies with beautiful smiles, bright personalities and a long life ahead of them. They were cursed with a pain buried deep in side that steamed from the turmoils of life- a pain they couldn’t see past or understand. As a release, they drew blood, an outward manifestation of that hidden feeling. Their own little secret, masked by smiles. Yet underneath were bodily cuts made with everyday sharp objects, hidden by long sleeves. Self harm was a coping mechanism for the upcoming day.