I’ve often feeling lost and lonely as no one to talk to and no one that cares for me. I cried to sleep since I was 6 years old. I start to slit my wrist at 13 and when I was 20+ I nearly lost my left hand. This action cost me my sense on my left thumb. It’s numb like my heart is. People push me away like undeserving doll I put on facade that I’m a funny and bubbly girl so that I can feel less lonely but it’s not stoping. It swallowed me and now I’m living inside the darkness that I’ve created. I didn’t know how to go out. Because it seems like no one notice I’m reaching out my hand for help they was just pass by. So I retrieved my hard and keep it to my side. From there on I deleted them from my life and I tried to live in this creature that I created. It’s a part of me. No one can say it the otherwise.