** This is not my story. I did not write this**
Just an average girl, she always wore a smile. She was cheerful and happy for a short while. Now she's getting older and things are getting colder. Life's not what she thought. She wished someone had told her. She told you she was down, you let it slip by.
So from then on she kept it on the inside. She told herself white lies. Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes. Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night. Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves.
'Cause those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see. She knew she was depressed, but didn't want to admit it. Didn't think she fit in, everyone seemed to miss it. She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound. Bleeding out from every cut she consumed.
She had no friends, all alone she sat, and if someone were to notice she would blame a cat, but those cuts on her wrist they were no mistake. No one could care enough to save her from this self-hate. Things were going down, never really up, and here she is now stuck in a stupid rut. She knew exactly what she had to do next, just stand on a chair, and tie the rope around her neck. She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild.
"Look at me now. Are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew her parents weren't the ones to blame, it was the world that should bow down it's head in shame. She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon. Just to think, it'll all be over soon. The chair fell down as she took her final breath. It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death.
Her mom walks in, she falls down to the floor. Now nothing can take back what she just saw. The little girl she raised was just hanging there. Her body Is pale and her face is violently bare. She sees the note and unfolds it with care, and all she does is stare.
" How can this be fair?" She starts reading as the tears roll down her face. " I'm sorry mom, but the world is just not my place. I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in. I've come to realise that this worlds full of sin. There's for me here, I'm just a waste of space.
I've got no reason to stay here in this awful race. It's a disgrace, I was misplaced. Born in the wrong time, and on the wrong place. It's ok though, 'cause I'll see you soon. You'll know when your time has come just look at the moon.
As it shines bright through out the night, and remember everyone's facing there own fight. But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter. You'll make it through the night just hug your pillow tighter. So let the world know that I died in vain.
'Cause the world around me is the one to blame, and I know in a year you'll forget I'm gone 'cause I'm not something to be dwelled on. That's what they used to tell me, all those kids at school. So I'm going by the law, majority rules.
My presence on this earth Is not needed any longer, and if anything I hope this makes you stronger. You're the best friend that I ever had. Such a shame I had to make you so very sad. Just remember that you meant everything to me, and to my heart you're the only one who had the key. Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write, and yes I lost my fight.
Please just hold on tight. I'm watching over you from the clouds above, and sending down the whitest and purest dove. To watch over you and be my helpful eye. So this is it world, goodbye."
