Being Saved

Jesus has saved my life more than once. But one time in peculiar will always stay in my heart. I thought my mom was being too hard on me. My classmates were being more mean then normal. I couldn’t cry because my mom and dad would yell at me for it, so I kept all the pain inside. After awhile, I needed a way to release my pain without anyone finding out. I started to cut myself. I cut myself on my shoulders, and on the tops of my feet. It felt so good to me. It made it where I could feel. I didn't feel like an emotionless freak when I cutted myself.
The good news is that I stopped. One day in Gym one of my friends and I were talking. She said that there had to be a higher person out there. That got me thinking. It got me thinking of how stupid it was for me to cut. After that day, I am proud to say that I haven’t cutted myself since. Sometimes when my day is pretty bad, I go to my room instead of the bathroom I keep my blades inside a draw until I need them. I am careful not to cut myself. Cutting is at the back of my mind now. All it took was a friend and Jesus to save me.
I hope that someday I can help someone else with getting them away from cutting themselves. If you have a comment or a question, then let me now. If you need help, I’m more than willing to try to help you. Thanks for reading this.