Blades, blood, and bullies.

All of my blood and guts strung up on display...I listen from my place in hell to everyone at my funeral pretending to be sad, faking tears, forcing sobs, all while not actually giving a shit about me. They never gave a fuck when all I did was cut and then...all I did was bleed... I'm so glad that I ended it all cause I don't know what I'd do if I took that fall, I'm so fuckin' sick of everyone acting like I'm a clone from a lab, built to resemble every single one of them. The whole entire world, to be a perfect model student to be a faithful, never-worrying, Christian girl. " I don't want to be like that, I don't want to live and die! " I cry " I want to live and do stuff! I want to feel inside!... and then I want to die. " I hate this life, I hate myself, I cry myself to sleep. These blades are the only ones that ever truly helped me.