My name is Harley and this is about my 14 year old girlfriend.

So my girlfriend told me about her problem when we first started dating. How she cuts herself. I didn't know what to say about it at first. I just listened. She talked about her and her abusive father who constantly calls her a ***** and tells her that she is worthless. She told me how she considers suicide constantly. Her suicide attempt before. How she plans to spit her wrists one past time or OD on her dads medication.

I told her how I use to self harm and I told her what I did to stop and why I stopped. I told her methods. I convinced her to throw away all her cutting utensils and flush the pills as soon as she got home, and she did for me and she promised she wouldn't do it again. I told her there was at least 1 person who loved and cared for her.

She didn't cut for 10 days but her father, who had recently left her mom came back to babysit my girlfriend and her 4 brothers. He told her a lot of unsettling things and she found a pocket knife and continues the habit.

She knew this older guy named Corey. Corey is 19 and got her to start cutting. I've recently found out why. Corey got her to drink alcohol and then to have sex with her. During the sex he asked her to cut him and then herself. She found herself addicted and that it was a way to cope.

Now that cutting has found its way back into my life, I remember all the little details about how I used to cut. The feel. The taste. All the blades I had. I collected them. And I find myself missing it. Everyday I feel like it gets worse. I hold everything in and I know it's unhealthy but I don't usually open up. I've been feeling worse.