As I sit in my room and pray to god I would just die, I take my blade and press it hard against my skin and begin to pull it slightly to feel the pain.
I now feel death's icy fingers pulling me down, now that I have gone this far I wish I wouldn't have done that.
But I need to go, I need to leave this hateful place, no one will care so this is my finale resting place.
XXX~I know it really sux but please vote/comment so I know what i'm doing wrong, thanx~XXX
