Stab me. Cut me. Hurt me. Make me suffer. Oh wait....I always suffer when I'm with you. I hate being alive.. Being alive is killing me. Being with you is killing me. Being ME is killing me. One last favor though. Before you go, take a BLADE and carve your name into my wrist so people will know you were the one who did this.:): you..you were the one who drove me over the edge.. The one who made me question myself every time. The one who made me hate myself along with the world. Who drove me insane. The one who I loved so dearly and would die for. But would you do the same? No. :): now if you would excuse me. I must go for  the devil and his angels await me.