You come home running with tears threating to spill, your hurt yet you try to hide your true emotions inside. you burst through the door to the house running up the stairs ignoring your families hateful comments and stares, thinking it will only make things worse. you burst into you room throwing you bag on the bed you go into the bathroom searching for your only friend, your blade, you hold it tightly in your shaking hand while the tears spill down you face. everything they said to you today taunts you..... the bullies, teachers, and your family. "your such a worthless piece of shit, you'll never mount to much", "go kill yourself", "why don't you go cry about it and cut yourself you little emo fag", "your such a disgrace to this family", "no one cares about you", " no one will ever love you", you think they will never understand. so you take their advice and think why take the abuse anymore? you slide your sleeve up to reveal your bruises and scars you cut deep. but deeper then usual and you keep going until you finally see black and you close your eyes with tears and a smile on your face. you think your free that your finally free, but you'll see that people actually do care about you.
