Pain it kills me like a knife is stabbed into an old wound bringing back of memories of the bleeding wrists and scars I produced making me feel like I'm being forced to relapse into the habit I'm used to, I've become invisible to everyone except my self I'm pushing my self against a wall trying to remember who I am begging to he let out, forgive me for my flaws I strive to fit into this world yet no one wants to be friends the scared writs girl. Pain it tortures me like the pricing sound of rumors spread reminding me of my failures  making me wish to be dead but every night I crawl into bed with the thought of my own impending death  and the thought of how to survive this unpredictable life