True story

Not a single day goes by where I don't want to kill myself, everyday I just get the thought in my head, what would happen? Who would change because of it? The same answers are repeated daily. No one. Nobody cares. The sooner the better. Just hurry up already. No one bothers with you now, why would they anyway? You're just a sad attention seeking piece of shit that needs to go. So I slice my skin to shreds to silence the thoughts and turns the pain from mental to physical because that's easier to handle.