Scared

Scared of being alone. Well not really alone, just me and my thoughts. They tell me things. And I don't like them, not one bit. I want to peel off my skin. I want to rip out my hair, or just simply cut myself. My thoughts tell me lies. They tell me that nobody likes me, and that I should harm myself and others. I spend as much time as possible with friends. But when they are gone and I'm alone, I start to cry and have bad thoughts.