“~When the razor, pills, knife, etc. seem to whispering your name, you know that I'm screaming yours at the top of my lungs because I love you and I dont want you to harm yourself ever. her dead eyes and her fake smile and her countless scars. I was in the darkness, so darkness I became I dont know how to deal with this much pain. She sat alone, alone at her home where her screams were silent. but her mind was violent her insecurities hid deep inside and they did indeed eat her alive.a tear rolled down her face as her heart began to race. she took her blade and tore her skin where her depression lied deep within this went on for days, months, years and until she cried her very last tears. she decided that she had enough. The world around her was much too tough she took a gun to her head. congradulations Society, she is dead. < 3 ~”
