No me? if there was no "me" would anyone care? would they cry when they realized that it was all them that did this to me the ignorance and the contradiction that they put forth for me sometimes I try to die but all I can do is watch the blood trickle from my wrists and cry I dreamt dreams before that have my family and "friends" sitting together crying over my body..... laying on the floor lifeless that is my ultimate desire I want them to know how I feel everyday the pain that I deal with the shame that I go through the hatred that I come upon the fear that I try to confront and the faith that I loose every second