It hurts

I think maybe life isn't for me. It's so hard it hurts to breathe every time I breathe. How much longer can I go on feeling this pain? Hopefully not much longer. I sit here crying as this razor begins to touch my skin it digs deeper and deeper as this blood flows out of me and I start to pray to God. I pray that one of these cuts will take this so called life away. As I carve the words, stupid f**k, stuff up, in my body I feel better knowing I almost there now I'm almost finished. I'm almost done finally after everything I was put there all these breakups all these scars all these bruises all of this pain.