I woke up in the middle of the night, hoping everything will be alright.
But I know it won't be, he hates me now, I know he does.
He can lie and say he likes me, but who could love a monster with scars all over her body.
I need away to escape. The only way I know how. I grabbed my razor, slid it across my wrist.
I happy once again, but not for long...
