silent on the outside but my insides are screaming can I get an assist someone to squeeze my arm as the blood drains from my wrist let anyone tell me that what I do is so wrong but don't let it be those whom have despised me all the long for every step I take judged by one who is no more perfect than I.. but for some reason I seem to be the blame for anything and everything possible when will it become okay for me to be me I never did anything to what could I have done that is so horrible to deserve to be treated like nothing ..an insignificant spec on the windshield of eveyone elses life.I begin to wonder my purpose but most of the time I can only come up with one answer to be pain and die so why not speed up the process someone help me someone save me I want help before I really do it boom boom dead a quick slit and its over I've never been so afraid of me because of what they say I'll never be