I Broke a promise.

I'm sorry i broke the Promise, Kris.
But life got me down and it was stabbing me in the back.
I cut my upper arms. Left leg, stomach and side.
I watched every last drop of blood trickle down.
then i cut another just to see more.
Maybe tonight I'll cut my Right leg and opposite side.
Or slit my wrists and be done away with.

To those who read this, Know.

I did this to end the Pain and suffering that i have felt at the hands of those around me for so many years.

I stood up to them and got three months in hospital and a year of therapy. I was only 11.

My so called "friends" stood back and watched.

I'd rather have no friends then fake friends.

I'd rather have no life then a fake life...

Bye.