I wrote this letter. I am finally admitting I have a problem. I AM a self-inflicter. I have been now for 6 months. The scars are everywhere now. It gets worse everyday. I cut myself, everyday, every hour. The Reason: Its the only pain I can control. I can make it hurt a lot, or as less as I want. No one can control it but me. Dear Razor, You're always there for me, through good times and the bad, You make me feel so happy, yet so sad You tell me I'm a failure, I'm ugly, I'm worthless You tell me I wont be anything in life. I know I wont be pretty, until my destruction is done. Sometimes I really hate you, sometimes I wish you'd die, but without you I am nothing. I breakdown and cry, but when we work together, my blood I finally see, with your help. I know I will finally be free. Love Always, Rooka Malvo.