Over it

Everyday I think about what it is like to succeedin life.  Tonight I am sitting here and thinking that I have had enough.  I am sick of not being able to achieve anything or make anyone proud of me.  Since I was 14 all I have known is negativity, suicide thoughts, razor blades and lonely nights lying in bed with blood dripping from my arms and wrists.  With a life like that, I want out.  I am sick of no one listening.