I wish I could die. I feel stripped. I haven't been able to cry. All I do is cut. Please just kill me now. Me and Anna was talking about suicide. I've tried it a total of 4 times. One trying to slit my wrist, my gun attempt, and two drowning. I just don't think I can live. I get tired of life. The people. I really like being alone again. Leave me here stripped in the dark where your touch can burn my skin and stop my heart from beating.-- I wrote a poem today. I'll post it later.