They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

Fuck it all. Fuck them. Fuck life. Fuck breathing. I'm sick of this shit. I'm done being society's fucking play toy. Getting beaten and called a "fag" and "emo bastard" all the time. That's it, I'm done.
My name is Gerard Way, and this is my life. It's not much, just a bunch of beatings, blood, cuts and tears.
I reach over and open the drawer to my desk; and there they sit, in all their pride. I grab my scissors, with the light orangy red tint from my previous cuts. I run my thumb across the open blades to determine which is sharpest. I pick the left side. I sit it on my wrist, and without hesitation, push down rather hard and glide it across the skin. I felt a large relief wash over me, and the feeling of numbness washed over me. But I wasn't satisfied. I made several more cuts across me scar littered wrist. I stopped when my forearm was covered with dripping red blood. It felt good to see it all right before my tear stained eyes. I started to smile and feel the devil creep inside my mind. "Nice job. Tomorrow night will be better," he would tell me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my bedroom door. I suddenly got scared, my mom can't find out. I glanced at my clock. 2:47 it said. Who could this possibly be? I grabbed as many tissues as I could and stuck them to my wrists and pulled my sleeve down over it. I went to open to the door and behind it stood a crying Mikey.
"Mikey what's wrong?" I asked engulfing him into a hug. Mikes was the only person who really cared for me and who really payed attention. He's my only friend.
"I had a bad dream. But it was really bad Gee. I don't wanna lose you. I can't...I..I..." He stuttered before leaning against my shoulder sobbing. I held his face in my hands, "Mikes, what happened in your dream?" I was really concerned. He took a deep, shuddering breath and said, "I walked in on you trying to commit suicide...."

Notes

Haii this is my first fic cx what do you think???