Emily's journal

my wish

All I can see is red

Maybe it's just my fear

I need to stop thinking of what they might of say

Or it will eat me up until I'm no longer here

Everyday I went home and cried in my bed Until I had enough,

I cried my final tears

I put the gun up to my head

It rested above my ear

I pulled the trigger and

got my wish,

I'm finally dead.