The knives from others words were sinking deeper and deeper. The pain was unbearable. I felt nothing but intense pain. I was hurting. Bleeding on the inside, unable to stop the wounds. They continued with their knives, throwing them into my back like I was a human dart board. Over and over and over. I felt alone. With no one to trust, nothing but pain and hurt and regret. Regret for all the things I never said. Thoughts were swimming through my head. Everything I now wanted to scream at them. Deeper. The pain. The hurt. Deeper. Deeper. I felt dizzy, nauseated. Deeeeeper. Pain was turning into hate. Did they call themselves my friends? Deeper and deeper. Who did they think I was? Hate was turning into anger. Am I a doll you can pick up and play with then stick pins in? who were they to say anything? They know nothing. NOTHING. Not anything about me or who I am. The anger became stronger then the pain, but still deeper went the knives. I didn’t like being used and abused. The anger was unbearable now. I could hear my voice ringing in my ear as I exploded. Releasing everything I’d ever thought but never wanted to say. Everything mean and cruel I had ever thought. everything I could never take back. I shouted and screamed, throwing knives of my own. Spitting hate into their faces. Cutting wounds and adding salt. I had started the descent. I couldn’t stop. All I could do was… fall. Fall faster and harder. Through my shouting and screaming and the ringing in my ears I felt something hot on my face. I was crying. Crying tears of hatred. No... tears of hurt. Pain. Tears of being alone. Tears no one would understand. Tears no one felt. No one but me. I was crying. I was saying every bit of pain I had ever felt. Even minute of being alone. Everything they would never understand. I was pulling their knives out, but I wasn’t throwing them back. I was just… dropping them… dropping them to the floor and  sinking to the cold pavement. Saying all that was in my heart. Feeling everything and nothing all at once. The tears stung more then the knives. When I finished… I just sat there and bawled. Not daring to look at them. I didn’t have to. I could see their faces in my mind. Shock. Disbelief. Hurt. Pain. My pain. I could see it clearly in my mind. I had snapped. I had broken down. I cried harder. Not believing it. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I was empty inside. I had no more hate. No more love. No more life. I was just crying and…. Completely Empty inside…