"Imagine you’re laying down and you slowly start to feel numb.
Your body starts to feel distant, any movement you manage to make feels like an echo. You don’t feel real, you don’t feel like you’re really there. You panic, you’re scared, but you can hardly recognize your emotions, your heart is beating out of your chest but you’re just confused. You try closing your eyes to calm yourself, but it makes it worse, your eyes snap open and you’re frantically looking all over your body to make sure you’re still there. You manage to sit up, unable to barely even speak, or hear. You start to cry, it’s the only thing you can think to do. It’s not a wailing cry, just silent tears falling down a sullen face. You’re still panicking, feeling trapped, but barely feeling. You want to feel, you wish desperately to feel, so you hurt yourself. It can range anywhere from a small pinch to a slash in your skin. You start to feel again, it comes into focus. Someone sees your scars later, tells you that you’re begging for attention. The comment feels like a stab to the chest. You just wanted to feel."