Should I end it?
Just get it over with.
Quick with a knife to the heart.
Why not?
What is there to live for?
Parents gone, boyfriend cheated on me for a b**ch, friends?
Wish I had some.
I have no reason to live.
I'm tired of getting beat but my foster father.
Crying all night.
Wishing I was died.
My wrists are full of scars, slit and torn.
What is there to live for?
It's going to end.
And, in the morning they'll find me in a pool of my blood.
