Why can people love me for who I am? Why cant they see the real me? I have been facing this recently. I don’t know if i am being blinded through they things I already have. Friends have turned on me. I have no where else to go. I have been abounded. I have been left to die. I have been left in the cold. They they have gone. I am left with the memories, the lies, the hatred. I have no where to turn. I have no where to run. I have no where to take shelter. I cant go through life like this. I cant make any decisions. They tears that run down my eyes block they vies of the outside. My make-up is running down my face. I see the scissors. I want so badly to take them. I want so badly for the pain to go away. Maybe just one little cut wont hurt.

I wrote this about what happened with one of my friends. I DID NOT CUT. I dedicate this to all of my friends that have cut before.