Four years ago all my emotions died along with my parents. My life was perfect -some may say- I had friends and family. The day my parents passed, I was put in an orphanage. I have no other living relatives. That same day my best friend told everyone my biggest secret, that I'm gay, and then proceeded to give me a knuckle sandwich. The day my parents passed I made my first cut -there are now hundreds. The day my parents passed my life started its downward spiral, and my voice was not heard from again.