Hello and welcome to my page, my name is Mary Beth, I'm 19 and live in a small town called Elsberry.
I am dating the most amazing guy ever named Tony.
Animals are my life! I have tons of pets and I wouldn't have it any other way.



I suffer with depression and cutting, not very fun.

My prayer:
Now I lay me Down to sleep
Blood and Razors at my feet
I know I'll die before I wake
Just tell them that my hate ain't fake
I try so hard not to cry
but now I can be free to FLY...



My soul screams within me, it is scratching and scraping at my skin, desperately urging to get through,, to brake out of my flesh, which is hindering me, I decide to help, by letting my mind, tell my hands to grab a knife, and I prick at my flesh, joining the effort to brake through this bubble, that has shut me out, leaving me on the outside, begging to get back in, I grasp the knife tight in my hand, and I begin to cut my arm, as deep as I can, to let my soul breathe the precious oxygen that comes from the fall trees, my soul breathes, but the air is toxic, contaminated, like my heart is enhaling carbon monoxide, the blade slides through me, and I watch the blood drip, at times it feels as though it is cutting through my pain, but it does not last, I'm taken over and ruled by guilt, so my soul wants to hide, I hide my shame by covering my ugly, disgusting, replusive body, with layers of clothes, layers to hide my bleeding soul and skin, I look in the mirror crying, I don't see my reflection, I see deeper inside and look at my toxic broken soul, that bleeds through me, and I realize every cut represents my GUILT and SHAME.