Hi my name is Hope Lehan. I am 13 years old. I have a bad life I am a cutter and when I was 20 weeks old I was left on the door step of a orphanage. I was adopted 4 times all of them abused me raped me and cut there names in to my arms. Every time I had to be sent back to the orphanage with a police escort from the hospitable I want to die but I am not emo cutter just takes the pain away.

A little about my self
-favorite color: black and blood red
-favorite song: The Way she Feels by Between the Trees
-favorite place: the woods
-favorite quotes: -cut my wrists & hope to die
                              -a little cut here a little cut there no one will see no one will care
                              -you know my name not my story. you've heard what I've done not what I've been though.
                              -she paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wist she paints a pretty picture in the color of blood red while using her paintbrush she ends up finally dead her pretty picture is fading quite slowly on her arm the blood is not racing though her she can no longer do harm she paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist you see her mind was her razor and her heart was her wrist