my life is over. i want it to be over. i know that im not alone in all of this but no one understands. i hate having to go to bed at night wondering if ill get raped or if my nightmares will come back. i hate looking at myself in the mirror; looking at all the cuts and bruises. im tired of harming myself, but it feels so good. its the only thing i feel yet im tired of feeling it. i cant wait until this feeling passes. but that means ill be dead. maybe God will forgive me or an angel will catch me on my way down. if i commit suicide, i wont have to worry if i cry.