“As I felt the blade touch my skin, I saw the blood seeping through from within. The bright red color is a beautiful flaw on my ugly white skin. Ive been waiting all night for this one little fight, the one little fight to take myself out of reality, to give me the right to cut and cry. I carved KILL ME on one wrist and a slash mark on the other, and all because I over heard about the devorce between my father and my mother. Sometimes I wish they would get devorced, sometimes I wish theyd stay together, but why listen to my opion, I'm just a dumb kid who dosnt know any better. So I guess Ill just go sit in my room where I always seem to find myself, cutting and writting poems with a dull blade or knife, just like my dull stupid life.”
