I sit by the window and watch the rain, the thoughts in my head scaring me. Thinking of you is driving me insane. Why can't this cruel world just let me be? Whenever I see a light and start to crawl out of this hole, something comes and knock me back down. And I start to hurt again, way down deep in my soul. I can't even find the energy to frown. I feel like no one out there cares, even though I know it's not true. If only this life was fair, I would feel so much better than I do. Everyone thinks that the world is perfect. But who are they trying to kid? Their problems, their lives they don't even effect. For my life I begin to bid. I go to the kitchen and get a knife. Should I do it, yes or no? Should I really take my life? I know it will hurt but who cares, so? It is very small price to pay. I'm finally going to be free and happy. My problems will finally go away. I'll no longer feel so crappy. I fantasize about the blade on my skin. My blood flowing freely away from me. I won't have a single care by then. I hope my parents and friends can understand and see. I'm finally happy being where I belong. And suddenly a face flashes in my mind. Now I know I can't do it, the timing is wrong. I go to my room and a note from the face I find. If you don't do anything, I don't. But if you leave me, I go too. I can't disappoint her, and I won't. For my friend I live, and I'll get through.
Reason for writing:
One of the worse times of my life.
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