The cuts on her wrists continue to bleed, all because no one gave her the love she so dearly needs. She sits as she cries, beginning to die. The blade in her hand that she holds tells her shes broken, no longer bold. She slides it across her skin, forgetting how long its been. Four months clean, her longest time yet, it was to bad her goal wasen't met. No one understands how she feels, so she turns to god and prays while she kneels "lord" she said with tears streaming down her face. "Why is this world such a horrible place? I cant breathe god, my worlds crashing down. These tears are choking me, im scared I might drown. This is my last call for help, I feel so broken." Those being the very last words she had spoken.