All these voices scream at me, making me want to die, making me want to cry, making me want to hurt. I hurt all, and not just me, my body is riddled with scars, and fresh cuts, blood has permanently stained my creamy flesh, I can't live with what I've done.
I feel terrible for what I did to you, so i destroy myself to make up for what I've done. Every terrible sin and every horrible deed done and gone. My life is a rerun, wake up, cut, go to school, come home, cut, eat a small meal, shower, cut, and then talk.....talk to the voices who plauge my every thought. Talk to the man who stands in my corner of my room holding the knife..he whispers