The razor was perfectly place on my wrist.

The shining razor slashed on my wrist.

As the blood fell.

Drop.

By drop.

My stress was gone.

Bit by bit.

I felt so wrong.

I felt stupid.

I felt useless.

What was the use of me being here.

What is the use of me breathing.

I'm not special.

Not talented.

Not perfect

Not beautiful

nor Handsome.

But there is one thing in our life.

That is worth living for.

It's Love.

Family, Friends, Or a Significant Other.

Even tho' you say Nobody loves you.

Even tho' you say Everybody hates you.

But there is that someone.

That's love you for your Imperfect things.

That someone doesn't judge by your looks.

By your talents.

Nor your strength.

That special someone.

In your life.

Even tho' they are not visible.

In their mind you are everywhere.

Someone Loves you.

And you should know that.

By A girl that had the urge to scar herself.

P/S: Just a reminder for you guys, that alot of people love you, even its only one.