As I walk through the house with walls all covered in blood. I ask myself so many questions like why am I living. Who cares about me anyways and why don't I just give up and die, no one would care if I just fell over dead. Sometimes I fell like my insides are on fire and I can barely breath it hurts so bad ,and with every breath I feel myself slowly I cut my wrist so deep in to so its impossible to make it stop bleeding ,so I sit their and feel the pain of my whole life leave my body. I sit in my room and think and wait to see bright lights to tell me to say my last couple words or write a letter to everyone I hurt.
