So this is a story made about this song, and everyone who cuts, or does whatever for suicide, please. don't. its the most worse thing ever , your everything

Jack cut again, and again, again, again, until he had almost 12 inches up his arm.

He will never love you , you insensitive little self harmerererer.

Jack walked about his house, and ended grabbing a few snacks, and went to his room. He was 18 now, so he could leave the house. he packed his things , the snacks, his recording gear and everything else that was belonging to him.

As he was walking out, someone grabbed his shoulder, and he flinched at the touch. he snapped around to his younger brother, barely 13, and he just ran. ran, away from all of the pain.sadness, memories.

'' what?!''

'' don't leave me.... please..''