I’m giving up, I’m losing faith. What is there left for me to do? Why am I hear I wonder as I slash the blade across the wrist. Blood drips down my arm as I start to cry. What am I supposed to do when all I know has been lost. You left me in this nasty world to settle for myself. My father can’t even look me in the eyes when he tells me he loves me anymore. In boys eyes I’m only another girl. Just one of those girls to walk all over and try to ruin her dignity. Should I just kill myself and slash my throat instead. Half the times those thoughts ponder through my head. He loves her and theres no one left for me. So what purpose in life has there been chosen for me.