I sit in the corner of the room. Crying as I cut away the pain. The only thought running through my head is how much I hate this life. Nothing goes right why should I be optimistic? I’m sick of being told that everything will change. Why do I always get hurt? I cut and cut till I cannot bare the pain. I tried to stop this disastrous mess. But all the pain was building up and it needed to be relieved. So I went to my room and pulled out a razor from my secret stash. And decided that why give up on something that makes me feel so alive? So I’m back to my old ways and to be honest I really dont care.