i am surrounded by sadness. today i cut my wrists. I wanted to die and i cant talk to anyone. I almost want to go and show someone my scars so that they understand. I feel like i am unable to speak. Why did you have to go and cut my vocal cord when you slit my throat and killed me? I sleep in a bed of sin. I keep looking at my wrist and thinking...Thats not good enough...but who isnt it good enough for? so i cut more...and deeper...