Does it hurt you that just the thought of loving you makes others sick, scared, and disgusted? Does it hurt that no matter how much weight you lose, how much therapy you go through how much you change they view you as a freak? Does it hurt you that the only time you can stand to be alive is when your soul is drenched in the blood of your mind? Does it hurt that the only time you feel calm is when you watch your life drain out your arm? To only feel alive when youre nearly dead? You scream and pray but fear that no one is listening. Do you take comfort in the silence or do you fear looking into your soul knowing that you might finally come to the realization that the only way out is to shed your mortality.