thoughts

The pain hurts no one knows except my heart everyone thinks I'm fine thats because i don't whine there are small cuts they wont get bigger only if i make it bigger the bigger they get is a bigger chance i get hit get hit with a big bat everything will seem to turn flat the fatter the closer the closer they will slip away thats what i might think but I'm wrong I'm slipping away with death the death of making on my arm deeper and bigger after there are the deepest they can get....
i will slip away from everyone even the ones who cares

because i will be gone.....