• its trickling down my arm. its all over my hand.
    why?
    i am a mistake, that's why..

    Long shirt to hide the scar,
    no one can know who i really am

    i hate my life. i wish i could just... die

    what should i ware today? black, black or................ black..

    i did it again.
    it hurts.. but the blood feels good on my skin.

    i slip the razor under my mattress and go to bed.
    and go to bed

    they saw the scar..

    i lie. 'i burnt myself'
    then i walk away.

    i cant go on like this..

    Dear diary,
    ...............death.........

    today is the day.
    where did i put the rope?

    i go where none can see me.

    tie it around my neck.
    step up on a chair.

    and let go.........

    i cant breath...
    i am a mistake, i keep telling my self.
    as the world slowly fades away..