my abyss is as deep as the myriana trench maybe even deeper.
just like the scars on my wrist, ankles and sides.
im skin and bone.
maybe thats a good thing.
im always cold
my sanctuary is a blade.
sent to me by my hellish mind.
to keep me company .
while everyone is all happy and grand and fed
while im drowning in my own blood, my ribs are showing and my eyes cold and blank
I hate my self.
for living.
breathing.
eating.
my weight.
crying myself to sleep in five sweatshirts.
because its all my fault.
it always is.
no matter what.
im always to blame.
so i take my pain and hurt to myself and let my blade solve it all.
let my pain drain out like my blood.
until one day i snap.
i stand on a chair.
my hands shaking.
while i write.
dear parents,im sorry but everything is wrong with meim not someting to be dwelled on.im the reason you are always mad at the worldim the reason why every one is my enemyno matter what you sayim a wast of space.leave me as a memorey.just something to think about once im gone. as gone as anything in this world.no one could save me.im sorry i cant take it any longer.if you think of me just hug your pillow tighteryou may think of me as a attention seeker.but really im an 14 year old who is hurting to much to be okay or fine.because there is no such thing as being okay.okay im running out of space.like i said hug your pillow tighter.you will know your time just look at the moon..im sorry but i was never ment to be born. im so sorry
- your daughter
at that she took her last breath and jummled of her chair with the rope around her neck.
the last breath was the best and her last tear drop was end of her deep abyss of sorrow.
as her mom came in her room to wake her up for school she droped next to her daughters lifeless bodyand picked up her
last piece of handwriting and read it and passed out from yelling and grief. she was tossed into a body bag and carried out pass her friends family neighbors and other people who lole loved and cared for this beautiful young teenager