It's been a while since I've been here waiting for a sign that everything is going to be all right my parents send me to a therapist to try and get me to feel again all i do is just set their looking at the therapist in eyes and they he ask me what was wrong I don't answer then he ask again this time I saw so my parents are paying you to listen to my problems and try and find a way to fix me.. I know that is what my parents see when they see me they see a broken person this is the way I think of it like kids playing with toys no one wants a broken toy to play with same thing people no one want to be near a broken person now in in the restroom with the shower on i am in the corner sitting with this blade in my hand with just to slashes because all I am is a broken person who is trying to fit in this world I don't belong in all this story I hear about this people that make it in this world I try and try but I just don't see me making I see myself visiting my own grave
