My Dance With Suicide

Every teardrop thats fallen, fell for a reason. Whether that reason be pain, anger, fear or hatred, they fell for a purpose. Tears help ease the pain, but sometimes we run out of tears, so instead people make other ways to stop or numb the pain, they drink, smoke, or even hide from the world. The rest of us take the easy way out, one word....suicide. Many think about it if not all of us, some actually attempt it, some fail, and then some succeed. Then there are those like me, when you look at us we are usually living on a motto, 'Bite your lip and fake it.' We look happy, we paint on fake smiles, but at home we do something to ourselves called self-harm, or thats what the professionals call it, in the real world we call it emo. I dance on the edge, my partner...a razor. 2 or 3 usually do it, but i occasionally go overboard with 7 or 8, 12 is the most i have ever done on a daily basis. Don't ever put a blade to your wrist you will regret it later. Just don't do it.