I am sick and tired of being a pawn. A pawn in this game called life. It needs to stop. Stop by any means. I dont care anymore. The pain. The heartache. Sitting in my room. In the dark. Listening to music and crying. Feeling the cold sting of the blade. The warm trickle of blood. It's the only way to cope. To feel. To live. Release from this pain and torture. This sick joke called life.