บท 108: HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

I'm a young adult of only 18. I gave you complete access to my innermost secrets, sexuality, purity, emotions, and religion. In other words, you proved me wrong. You made me exposed, used and abused my body, murdered my innocence, broke my trust, and tore my heart to pieces. It seemed like I had no more choices. My sole company is melancholy; my only friend is the razor; my solace is music; my tears stain my face; and all I feel is nothingness. I'm only 18 years old, after all!