Everyone acts like they hate you so you hate them. You want to die and if
you die no one will care...believe me, someone definatly will. I can
guarantee if you die...tears will be drawn. So if you cut...you will die you
will get addicted and you will have ugly scars. I was lucky because mine
weren’t bad. You will get addicted and cut threw a vain one day. You will
die from bleeding and you will feel so afraid. As your body runs cold you
regret the scars, the pain, the knives. The drips of blood you have removed
from your body will laugh at you as you slowly die. You will wonder...was it
worth it? Right now you say yes but it’s not because you will miss the
friends you thought you had lost.

~*Its not really a poem but you get the idea*~

</3 Alone and Unwanted
 
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