Life.. What's the point in living if the people who are suppose to love you Despise and hate you The people who are suppose to guide and support you Leave you black and blue, crying on the floor The place where memories and life long friends are suppose to be made Instead you'll be sitting in the bathroom hiding and crying to yourself holding a blade to your wrist Your dying inside but you bottle it all up to show no emotion to those who hurt you and give them no satisfaction This has been ranger cruz's life for the past 15 years But she's been holding on, she knows she's better than ending her life Because those people aren't worth it But she's slowly slipping down that road to end it all But one major event may just set all her held in emotions loss and do something she may regret But she'll hold on because she's a fighter or as she likes to put it "I'm a survivor"