My name is Freya. Because, of my name I'm picked on. Some call me emo, others call me a freak, even my one friend thinks Im a loser. Every night I have the same dream. I wake up. I'm not human I'm just words saying what people call me. And then Zzzzzzzzz.....

I started crying. I want to be happy so, I put on a fake smile and dust it off like it was nothing. But, when I get home. I run to the bath room and cut.
One for crying today.
Slit
One for being fat.
Slit
One for being beaten up.
Slit
I fainted. When I woke up I was still alive. "Why can't I die?!"
I'm angry but i cant yell
I'm sad but I can't cry
I'm bad but I won't go to hell
I'm suicidal but I can't die
I covered my cuts with a bandage. Then, went to bed.
If only I could sleep for ever.....