I was sitting there wondering what would happen if i slowly cutted deep enought where would i go would it be hell or heaven? i slowly shuffled to my book shelf and opended my book up and graabed my razor and had pushed against my skin softy thinking is the right thing to be doing? i pushed harder as i started to feel better i sliced my wrist all the blood was gushing and i loved it seeing the redness of the blood fall out of my body i had soon passed out i woke up in a hospital strapped done. it it was a mental hospital wondering how? how>?did i get here i had moved over and saw my mother crying i asked what was wrong she said why? could you do this to your self i slowly said i twas the people she asked who i told her the people at school they push me to doing this she asked how i said the bullying mom it never stops and no one can ever see that it hurts everyday i go to school feeling bad about who i am i wonder to god what have i ever done so wrong to deserve this in my life? i never get a reply i pray everyday for it to stop but..It never does.
