I thought i was alone, alone suffering in this kind of place. New bruises painted my skin with deep crimson colors, which makes me wince whenever i move. I thought everyone has already turned their backs at me, that no one cares about what i feel, nor do. I thought i'm invisible to them. I thought things like suicide everyday. I just want to end my suffering, and i'm sure my parents are happy if i should just disappear from their lives. My friends? i have them ..