I'm trying.

I can't handle this.

My head is filled with all kind of thoughts, I had voices inside my head that were yelling at me and telling me to kill myself, it's better then to stand here like the dumb mess I am.

I wish I was a little kid again so I could dance around on the playground and not be scared of being judged. I wish I could look down at my arms and legs without getting reminded i cut myself.

Oh my god, you are such a whore, you are too scared to kill yourself? What kind of person are you, you are too scared to do anything.
the voices say, I feel something wet roll down my cheek. I find myself sobbing as I run to the bathroom looking down in the sink, a used razor  blade laying in a dried puddle of blood, I pick it up and I throw it out as I grab a new blade.

I close my eyes and I apologize to my friends and family for doing this as I make a cut in my wrist, which became to two.. Then four.. And so on.

I come back to reality as I was hit with a sharp pain, I cut too deep. It's bleeding so much, Im to tired to do anything about it, I let it be.
"I wish you were here Zack.." I say a I looked at myself in the mirror, Zack was one of my friends, my bestest of friends. He has always been there, but he passed, he killed himself. His death hurt me and made me like this.

I fall down the floor, my arm still covered in blood from the cuts I have made.

I ended falling asleep on the ground while sobbing my eyes out.