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I hear the people around me yelling and shouting and telling me I'm worthless. All my life Ive been told things I dint know if I should believe to be true. I just wanna run away make it fade but I know they'll find me in the end and it will all start all over again.Just the mere thought of all the put downs makes me reach for the siccors. As the tears (warm then cold) run down my cheeks I watch the luscious blood run from my wrist and it brings on a comforting feeling that if I die to night I won't have to worry about my life and how to make others approve of me and who I am and can not change.