I wish id hurt myself long before i ever hurt her...All I wanna do is just drown my sorrows in this bottle and cut myself to know im still alive...Let the scars on my wrist match the scars on my heart...Sometimes it hard to aprreciate all that we do have till its gone...Ive tasted these tears for so long and so often that the salty taste has started to become my only diet...I try to choke food down but it come right back up with the blood that should be pouring out of my wrist by now instead of my stomach...stress is killing me slowly, maybe i should just speed up the process a little...it will only hurt those left behind for a little while...eventually they will forgive me wont they???