Free.</3

They talk

They laugh

They push

I cry

I cut

I pray

No one cares

No one listens

No one comes

So, I sit in my room, alone

I cut some more

I cry out in pain

Cutting isn't easing the pain

Not anymore anyways

I get a rope and prepare myself

I hang it up and hung there

Tears stain my face

I am free at last

-Krystina Crim (A.K.A. me)-