You say you don't want me to leave. But I'm already gone. I'm the most horrible thing you've ever seen. You think I'm ok but you're wrong. My body is here, but my soul is dead. Every night my arm bleeds a trail of red. Two attempts in less than a week. Why can't I succeed and and get the ending I seek? My family threatens me with hospitals, but that has no effect anymore. It just makes me go back to the bathroom with the locked door. Ive looked for help, yet received none. So I've had enough. I'm done. No one cares until you're dead. And then they realize what you've said.
