As I walk down the hall, Everyone stares and asks why im so different, I just ignore them, And walk away, With tears in my eyes, I hate my life, I get the razor once more, And begin to cut mysefl again, Day by day I do the same, Hating on my life, Wishing I was dead,
I know how you feel. i've only cut once but i burn my hand. And everytime i cry... not because it hurts, but because i know i should stop. i've been getting help and i hope you do to. cheer up. i find it hard to believe to but things WILL get better.
Jun 15, 2011 Rating
i feel so bad for you by: Anonymous
dont hurt yourself any more, you think no one loves you but THERE IS SOMEONE THAT LOVES YOU. remember that.
