I started of the day with a smile on my face. Yet last night my eyes were blurred from the tears I cried. I felt like my heart had already stopped. What am I to do when all the world around me is falling apart? My life was over, it didn't just feel over. I always hoped that no human being would see through my sleeves. As I lay in my bed I play my little game. I close my eyes and hold my breath and count in my head 1,2,3... My record was 1 minute 7 seconds some may say thats impressive, but not for me. I wanted to die, but all I could do by holding my breath was pass out. I may not understand the triangle inequality practice in math, but I sure as hell know I don't want to live anymore. I had the slow ways of killing myself... I just wished it worked. Starving myself including not drinking water, cutting right along the vains, taking too many pills. 35,36,37... Then I've tried the quick ways. Well I tried, yet never went through with it. The gun, the knife, the rope. I felt incomplete with life, and it was all my fault for giving up on myself. It was my fault for the abuse my father put upon me. It was my fault for the divorce my parents went through. 50,51,52... As my mind is set knowing it is all my fault the more I want to die without a trace that I even existed. Maybe I was a mistake being born I must have been. I mean laying here today I feel like... Like It is the middle of the school year and you walk into your third class period when it is only second period. I am you in that situation. Quickly thinking of a question to ask the teacher before you look weird in the wrong class. 70,71,72...
I beat my record.
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Just Breathe (Book 1)
ChickLitMy name is Heart, Such a weird name. Soon I'll change it to Death or something along those lines. My best friend is, Jacob, he is very antisocial like me. Together we make a great team. A team that only we can kick this worlds Ass in. My story? Well...
