This is an old story that has been re-edited! Things and situations have change since the creation of this!!!!

Sigh, what would people think of me if they saw me like this. Everybody thinks i'm fine, and I cant help but be proud of that because it means that I'm a good actress,an excellent one I'd say.

Who would ever thought that,I Miley Cyrus, the one that lets nobody a walk all over her,

the one that is strong and know who she is ,the one so happy, is doing this to herself.

And yet there i was, in my bathroom , shattered on the floor with my back against the wall.

My left wrist is bleeding while tears are rolling down my cheeks.

I don't even have the strength to breathe anymore,cause all it does is keep me alive,and I don't want to be...

Lately it seems that my razor is the only friend that I have.

When I feel down I use it and for just one moment I don't fell all the pain or the loss.

All I think about is the blade going into my skin and the blood dropping down my wrist.

It's like being high,I can sleep for the night,nothing can hurt me, I already did it myself.

How did I get here, how has my life became so miserable and empty.

I know, people think that I have everything, beauty, money, fame...what am I missing.

Maybe I miss the normality...maybe all that I want is walking free without paparazzi following me,

and wear shorts without be considered a slut or be a human without be judged constantly.

But the truth is that my life is a total mess.

My family is not even a real family, it's just a group of famous people that have the DNA in common.

My boyfriend is awesome, but he is always out of town,so he doesn't know what's really going on with me. Usually if he asks me something I just tell him that I'm tired and smile. He doesn't suspect a thing.

I've pushed away or got out of touch with all my real friends and I can trust none.

I feel every day more alone and this is the worst feeling in the whole world.

I guess this is the point where the only person who can help you is yourself,but by now I lost control and I can't stop. I think I reached the bottom when the picture of my cuts went all over the internet and my friends and manager come to me to build up an excuse for that.

They didn'teven ask me if it was okay.

They just didn't care.

None really cares, none never notice the tears behind every smile.

But tonight, if I'm lucky, everything will end. Cause tonight I went too deep.

My vision start to get blurred and my wrist doesn't stop bleeding.Then I hear the door open and someone says my name. I know who he is.

I turn my head and I see my saviors. There they are. There is demi, joe, kevin and nick.

I shut my eyes, I don't want to see their disappointed faces. I feel someone touching my arms and some other embracing me. I open my eyes. Demi and Joe are bandaging my wrist and Kevin is wiping my tears.I feel two strong arms wrapped around my hips, I look up and see nick with a strange expression.

He is not disappointed, he seems lost in his thoughts, he notices that i'm starting at him and he smirks.

I don't know why he is smirking. Sure, he is not happy, probably he just wants to reassure me..

TO BE CONTINUED...