• Alone in a silent group of people, they quietly talk among themselves and leave me out of the conversation normally I couldn’t care less, I hate people with a passion but even I have my moments when I wish that I had someone to talk to. I won’t even try to include myself in the conversation any more because all it gained me were false friends a fake personality. If anyone really cares whether or not if I fall again, they won’t let me know. So when they stare at my scars and ask me why I did this to myself I wish they’d just realized Its their fault this blade’s in my hand covered in blood and just leave me alone if all they want is to see my sorrow.