Well, you're not alone. I cry yes, but the pains been going on since i was 6(when my parents divorced and disowned me) and the tears are slowly stopping... i was a believer but then opened my eyes and realized God was the one who pushed me down the hole and the demons are the ones who helped me see that... They caught me and now they care for me. There the only ones who will ever love me... I've recently started cutting and I've attempted suicide so many times I've lost count... I've given up on trying to make my parents see me... Every time i look at a knife it's tempting to pick it up. I always ask myself: Maybe this will be the day?" But nope... everyday is a struggle... no one sees the blood and they dont hear my cries for help... that or they choose not to... my 'friends' just use me.... we barely hang out. Whenever they talk to me, they're just asking me to do something for them... I've given up on life.. i like sleeping because it's the only time i get to see the only people who love me...the demons... the night is beautiful but no one stays awake to look at it's beauty? It's as lonely as you and i and other people who go through similar pain... every day is an act for me... I'm a dog... but i want to be a wolf... i want to be free but this collar holds me back... so i wait outside at the edge of my fence waiting for the wolf who will free me of this chain... It seems as though Hell is the game and Life is Hell...?
