Life

This picture means a lot. For more than simply beauty-- I drew it for feelings.
Life is its own challenge. They've taught me to make with what I have, and never give up. To never give up...just because things are bad.
Cutting and suicide are weak ways to show you're weak. A cheap way out of life. A way to hurt everyone rather than do good. Living is a pain itself. Cutting is a cheap way to sew up fear and hatered inside. If you hate yourself that much, then just live. Life is full of pain, fear and hate.
Beneath all that, lie the people who refuse to listen. The people whom mean the world to you, and refuse to see how much you care. People who think you don't love them, no matter how many times you tell them. People who destroy their lives, and tie themselves down, never wanting to rise up. People who tell you no one understands, when it's THEM who need to understand.
Those people who consider to take their lives...their only goal is to inflict pain. Life isn't perfect. A life full of rips and tears, later on sewed together, is a perfect life/
We all seek the perfect life, and on that road, we decide that it's impossible to reach or have that perfect life, and so we take our own lives, hoping that in that process we make someone else's life better. But we don't.
Together, enemies and allies, we make the world. God isn't perfect, otherwise we'd be "perfect" like him. But no one is perfect.
For the people who try and refuse to give up, they will have a hard road ahead, but a perfect lifetime in the end, the perfect ending to the great story.
For you weak ones who think death the only ending to your problems and refuse to change, well I won't mourn for you. You chose this, you cut everyone off from your story, just simply left it hanging. Nobody likes stories like that. Sure cliffhangers, but they're better than just "Bam, I died."
...I know it hurts...
It hurts a lot. It hurts worse than anything. But if you move forward, I promise you- Everything will be alright.
Your life will have meaning, and your story will have its perfect ending. In the end, letting your life reach its end by itself is worth all the pain.
I promise you. So when you feel your life is over, just wait--The sun will rise again, and light will pour into your darkened world to mend all the cracks.
You were given life. Don't throw it away, as there are others, who are wishing they had a longer life, wishing they had a chance the sun would rise again to light their world.
However in the end...the choice is yours...

Thats what the bleeding arm with stitches represents for me... I'd write what everything else means, but I'll take too much space up.