Stop @KezzaWildOne Kelsey Raynor, what the fuck d'you think you're doing? You're cutting? BECAUSE OF ME? Kezza, I was being horrible to show you what it felt like when your followers bullied and threatene me. When you repeatedly swore at me, because I copied one little tag. I took it, sure I cried sometimes, but I took it. If you're so strong, then why are you doing that to yourself. What are you gonna do when someone sees those scars? You know that post you made about cutting and killing yourself? Do you want to put your friends and family through that? There's not much I can say is don't do it. You will ruin the lives of others if you do. If you commit suicide, then I will too, because of guilt after what you did and because I will feel like I have killed you. But you're probably not gonna listen to me. But please, if you're reading this - just stop, and stop forever. Joe xx

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Stay With Me pt 2 Chapter 2. I sniffled, and then held up my blades to the light. Stolen from my dads razor, they were so sharp I could probably slice through plastic with them. But I disn't need to slice through plastic - only skin. I held the fine edges to my wrists for about 5 secs before... slit. My arm shivered as the razor pieces sliced my skin, leaving a trail of blood. I slowly turned and pushed the metal around my lower arm until I had imprinted the words 'WHY?' into my raw, bloody flesh. I moaned in pain and flinched when I felt my dad pummeling my cracking door, sending vibrations through my unmobving body. I jumped up, hid my blades, soaked up the blood with a towel and threw on a long sleeved t-shirt to hide the soom to be scars. I undid the bolt on my door and opened it, only to find my father waiting for me with a hammer in one hand, and a devilish grin on hhis face.

Stay With Me (not sure bout the title :/ ) "Get away from me you bastard!! You think I asked for you to be my father??!!" I screamed at my dad. For about the 50th time this week. I shoved him backwards and stormed up to my room, bolted the door, then slumped against the door with my head in my hands. I could hear my dad bellowing insults through the door. "YOU GAY PRICK!! I'M EMBARRESSED THAT YOU'RE MY SON!! Actually I'm bisexual. But that fat slob was close. Even worse - I've got a mega-crush on my best friend. I should probably explain. My name's Sam Harlown, I'm 15 and I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes to match. I knew I was bi as soon as I saw James Carnsaw at the school disco in year 8. I've had girlfriends, lots of girlfriends. But James was the only person I was forever staring at, with his neverending blue eyes and his chiseled jaw. He was straight as a ruler as far as I knew, but I was still madly in love with him. I began to cry, and rummaged around my speakers to find what I wanted. My blades.

What Went Wrong Guys!! I've decided to write a song called 'What Went Wrong?' and if someone could give me an opening line or some ideas about it, that would be greatly appreciated! Yours Beggingly, Joey x