#7?

people put you down enough, then you start to believe it.
you start to think that it was all your fault and only yours, not anyone else. you start to think that you can never be good enough for anything and anyone. it's like every tiny pieces of a roll film start to play in your messy head. and seems like everybody blame you, in that film. you shrieking slowly, ask for someone to help you to stop that harshful pain but no one's there. you start to choose the second option: hurting yourself. through cutting, or else. and in the end, you feel empty because the pain in your body is much same as the pain in your broken heart.
pity, pity you.