while everyone sleeps tight, she lays awake, waiting or the perfect moment to carry out her plan. shes so tired of never being good enough for anyone. shes tired of giving it her all and it still not being good enough. shes done trying. shes done caring. she walks into her closet, takes out her secret treasure, and leaves her dark room. she makes her way to the bathroom and locks the door behind her. okay, its time. its finally time. nothing can stop me now. its my time. she thought to herself. she was right, no one would stop her. she was finally on her way to where she wanted to be. she tied the rope to the bar in the bathroom tub. she stepped upon the ledge. should I really do this? is this really what I want? stop! you are not backing out of this again. now is your time. leave them before they hurt you again... she took a long, deep breath. tied the rope around her neck, nice and tight. she closed her and eyes and murmerd, "I love you mommy." and then, she stepped down from the ledge. dead. gone. done for. all because she was never accepted, never loved, never appreciated. the poor girl, never felt the love a daughter should. but she loved her mother with every fibre in her body, and now shes dead. not from cancer, or a bad flu, shes dead because she wanted to die. she killed herself, because she had nothing left to give. and now, shell br gone forever. memories of her drifting through the world from time to time. shell be remembered as another girl that committed suicide. not for the girl she really was....
