She paints a canvas on her arms with a razor a deep red color is all you can see, she says the world is after her but when she see's all the blood running down her arms all she really thinks about is, is it all worth it is it worth living in this cruel world?Is it worth living every waking moment she's alive? The world would be a very beautiful place without her she thinks. But what she doesen't understand is her family at home that loves her cares for her so much. But at the end of the day she still pulls out that razor from her jewlery box and does it over the old cuts... Then I realize this was me and I think to myself were all in this world for a reason, we all have are sins and were all still her so I just have to get through this cruel world and wait for my time to die