I don't know anymore. I have no reason but I still go on with it. I'm not sure why. I'm scared. Someone save me from this dark dark hole. Its trying to kill me. It never ment to kill me. Yet it did. Its still continued its happy death. Things got worse. But that never mattered because everything was already terrible. I just wanted to escape this scary thing called life. I had so many chances to end this hurt. But I didn't. I just let the blood continue to drip. I continued to never tell a living soul. I killed myself and I never even noticed.
