It is always the same things, you know? When you cut and people find out, it's always the same. "Oh I'm so sorry, I never knew." And, "It'll be okie we'll get through this together." And best of all, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you... When you needed me most." And when it's suicide, those are the best. "How could you do this?" And, "We would all miss you, we love you." And, "Why didn't you go through with it?" That's my personal favorite, my head screams that at me waiting for an answer it already knows. I do know though... I know the answer, the reason why I can't go through with it... It was my promise that forbade me to go through with it. The promise I felt forced upon by my friends, it just... I hated the fate that I was bound by a promise.
YOU ARE READING
My suicide story...
Roman pour AdolescentsI don't know why I would, but I figured that I'd write down what I've been feeling. So read if you will, it might be sad and it might just make sense, who knows... Enjoy my thoughts I suppose.
