It makes me sad, you know? How people around me hurt so badly. I think that’s why I hurt most of the time. Because I know that the people that I love so much are being beaten by voices inside of them, that they are being victims of their own selves. And the saddest part is that I can’t do anything about it. I offer my hand to help knowing how ****** up inside I am, but that doesn’t stop me from caring. It makes me sad how there are millions of people around the world thinking how the world would be a better place without them when actually it just gets lonelier every time an angel goes back to heaven.