im 14 and i love to write stuff it doesnt matter wat just hand me a pen and peice of papper and ill have sumthing down in 2 mins.... im very shy heres sumthing i wrote.......


im lieing here on the cold hard ground no 1 can see me thy all dont care if ive got blood running down my arm from the cuts i lay there and think y is my life so horrible is cutting worth it or have i just made my life even more misserable - as i stare at the ceiling and count the tiles i remember my life the gd and the bad and remember my life wasnt so bad b4 it was to late