I laid on my bed as I tried to stop thing about all the bad memories.

I was in a foster home and you must be wondering why.

Well for two reasons one for cutting myself And two my mom didn't take good care of me.

All the memories of bullying where shooting through my head all the bad things the kids said to me. I remember the day at school when I was on the floor crying my eyes because I didn't want to go back in the classroom because of them.

I started crying and at that time all I could thing of was my razor that was still in my jacket pocket.