my life is turnd inside out i cant take much more thats no doubt i cut my wrists just to feel the pain even tho i have nothing good to gain this hopless life of misery will surly be the end of me i breath but im not truly alive the noise in my head like a buzzing bee hive i walk and talk but im dead inside its just like internal suicide i toss and turn but i cannot sleep my blackend souls getting harder to keep the smile you see on my face is just a fake look to hide disgrace im broken and hurt but no one cares its like im being ripped apart by bears so i sit and write here on my wrist with a razor blade and a bloody twist hoping one day itll help you see how much pain is inside of me when i say im ok just go away i want you to say no i want to stay well its to late now my wrist are slit so here i am alone i sit and wait for death to take me to im sorry love for iv failed you