I promise I'll never try to hurt or kill myself again. I wouldn't want to hurt you. I know it does. I know that every time the razor touches my skin, another one stabs through your heart. I'm not going to hurt myself.

But I'm still suffering.

"I wish you were never born."

"I wish I had an abortion with you."

"Go ahead and hurt yourself, I don't care."

"Yeah, sure. All you care about are your stupid fucking friends. They don't care about you."

"You don't know anything about anxiety."

"I hate my life. What did I do to be cursed with such a horrible daughter?"

"You are an idiot. An imbecile."

"I'm gonna have you locked up again."

"Drama queen."

"I fucking hate you."

"You are NOT my daughter."

"Kill yourself."

I love you, Ale.

I love you, Cyn.

I love all of my friends.

I love the people who support me.

But I'm so lost, bound by a promise because I love both of you. I'm scared. I keep praying, hoping that God....or someone.....will help me.

Please.

I'm so scared.

I feel so alone.

I'm so lost.

Please.

Please.

Please wake me up.

I'm in a living nightmare and I can't escape.

Please.

Please.

Someone take me away from here.

~Aly