Baby, If You Cant Hang, Then There's The Door.

There’s always going to be the nights where you realise you’ve lost everything. You’re going to cry, because things have never been quite this bad in your life, and you’ve gone through enough. You’re probably going to hurt yourself on those nights. Like you aren’t hurting enough already, you bring the blade to your skin, leaving the reminders of your pain to see. You lay there crying, forcing yourself to think of all the ways you’ve screwed up your life. Everybody hates me… thats the thought that keeps running through your mind. But nobody could ever hate you more than you do. There’s going to be the nights when the only thing you want in the world is to do. You’d take your own life, after all… who would care? And people will tell you, you have so much to live for, greater things will come. But you don’t even care. You can’t live to that day if it ever comes, you’re not strong enough. You’ve been holding on, hurting too long alone. You wish more than anything you had the balls to kill yourself. Suicide is your only option now. You’ve lost everything worth living for, so why continue to live? - written-in-the-scarss