How I Died

By:Isabella Black

why can't I stop. the hurtful words,the ways to kill my self. so many ways...no!stop. those stupid voices. they won't stop. they never stop!"Hurt Yourself!Kill Yourself!No one Wants You!No One Needs You!come to my side where death is the only requirement!"i try really hard not to listen...but sometimes they sound like the right thing to do...even if I know it's wrong. it started out like that song 'nobody likes you!everybody hates you!'repeating over and over like some silly little chant until it got to me. it only got worse. i cried all the time and started to cut my wrist,never to much because I have another voice,it's smaller then the rest and softer, "don't hurt your self,don't kill your self,there are plenty of people that like you,none of them hate you,they want you,they need you,thy are your friends why wouldn't they need you?"i never listened to that voice,so I just kept cutting my wrist until one day when I cut to far into the vain...i died and at my funrarul as many people cried as others did not,and even in death I cried along with my friends mouring for my loss.

That is how I died.