you cried in your dark and quiet room.. alone. no one seems to care. no one seems to bother. you feel that you're nothing to them. there it was.. a penknife. bight light from your window shines on the sharp blade of the penkife. you took the penknife and slice a nice thin line on your book. you stares that your arm. your heart beats faster and faster. you think of blood. you think of pain. you think of your family. ypu think of your friends. then, you asked yourself "Does this temporary pain of the cut snatch away the pain in your heart which you're having right on that moment?" yes, i does. how long does the pain goes away? maybe a while. does the cut worth it? guess, its a NO. you puts the penknife down. you silently cried again. you couldnt sleep as the pain kept hurting and hurting. you dont want it to be this way. what are you gonna do? you're hurting. no one seems to care... and you starts to cut your hand like you did on your book. no one seems to bother anymore.

he ate my heart, then he ate my brain ♥