It hurts. Why am I me? I can't stand being in my skin.I can't stand me. I can't call the emergency line. There is nothing I can do. It hurt so much. I can't explain it. My insides hurt. It hurts. Once I lay down I never want to get back up. No one knows what it's like to be this alone. Don't dare try to say someone does. It won't work. Nothing works. I can't talk through it. I can't medicate my way through it. I would like if someone could kill me please. Please kill me.