i wish i had nothing to defend...if people could see the wounds and scars i have i put myself thru it tho...its only me who gets the blame...hitting things that made me sad..cutting things that will put me in pain...does somone out there think this is a game...with no one here..not one person to guide me...ill end up in a grave quite and lonely...thinking about the times when there will be nothing left...it dusnt matter i never was the best... now its to late tho...i have to end my fate...picking up anything sharp...i couldnt find my heart...it had been broken to mahy times...so i sliced the place where it held the most crimes...it was one sharp blade...and myn life began to fade...everyone says they see their life flash before their eyes..i didnt didnt beacuse i was so deprived...and if i did i would feel sad and low..seeing all those ppl i lve dying painfully and slow...seeing myself cholding my friends hand as he puts the gun in his mouth...ive decided not to come back because im such a disgrace to everyone and everything in this place