There were little voices inside my head that kept on telling me:
'... Maybe one or two little cuts won't hurt this much... ',
' look at how worthless you are, nobody's gonna love you... ', '... You little piece of shit ',
etc.
You stopped them. And words can't describe how much I love you for that................. But now they're back. 'Cause in the end, I'm still a good-for- nothing, even in your eyes.
