I don't have a voice. I used to. I shouted for help so hard but no one listened. I tried to help others to make up for how bad a person I was. Hoped I could add something good for a change. But that, like everything else, I failed. My whole address book is full of the people I tried to help but left more bad than I did good. I'm scared to touch anything because life is now my razor. I touch something and it bites back or dies in my heart. I can't tell you how much it hurts right now. I cut a little too deep. But thats okay. Soon I won't be able to hurt anyone else. Everyone can be happy because I can't hurt them anymore. My Nana would be ashamed of me for what I've done. I hope, for everyone elses sake, I'm thrown into hell. Farewell.