{the demons inside of my head} {a Kellin Quinn fanfic}

I needed to escape the troubled woes of reality. I slowly ran the blade across my wrist and watched them bleed. This is what I deserved. For being ugly. Fat. Worthless. I felt like there was no reason for me to alive. I hated myself. Everything about myself made me want to cry and pull my hair out. I dug the blade in deeper. The deeper I cut, the better I felt. I watched to blood collect in to sink starting to create a puddle. A beautiful scarlet sea. I one day wished to drown in that magnificent river. There was no reason to try be optimistic when there's nothing to be optimistic about. I looked down at my wrist. The bleeding hadn't stopped. "Good" I thought. "You honestly deserve to be murdered. Why haven't you committed suicide yet?" Because, there was a little part of me that wanted to get better. I needed something to hold on to that would make my life worth living. But so far, I've found nothing. I needed someone who actually have to fucks about me. Someone who cared.