Journal

The tears I cry.

The pain I bear.

My sorrow sigh,

I don't even care.

What have I done?

There's no where to go.

I try to run,

But I start so slow.

I won't make it,

It's easy to see.

There's nothing to get,

It's over for me.

Last night was crazy. I guess i didn't have a clue what i was doing. And today i'm paying the price. I almost passed out at softball practice and my dad got really angry at me. He started yelling and cursing at me for not putting out enough effort, and right in front of my friends too. I was in so much pain, and all of my friends on my team that know about me cutting myself are angry at me. I came home and went to my room and cried for a while, i lost track of time. Unfortunatly after that incident i have four new wounds on my wrists. I don't know how to handle this anymore. I'm hopeless, i have no life, and i'm doomed.