i sit in my corner staring at my razor,as it just stays there right in front of me im thinking.. thinking about life.. thinking about what it…

Im sick of all the hateful names Im sick of all the stupid games The tears that you made me cry The many feelings of wanting to die The way…

my heart is hurti feel like I'm trapped in an unfamiliar world..a place i cant describe full of hate and dark and tears..my pillow is…