Why.
Just do it.
I don't want to.
You HAVE to. It'll make it better I promise.
But what about my friends.
They don't care.
What about my family.
They will get over it. They will be better with out you. You only make them mad.
I, I really don't want to. Please don't make me.
Here just try this.
Okay.
The floor is cold. I'm shaking. I bring my hands up to my lips.
It tastes like chlorine.
I'm scared.
I go up stairs.
Sleeping pills? Grab a few.
Prescriptions? Sure.
They slide down my throat.
I go to my room.
I lay down.
Stay alive!
What?
Darkness.
why.
STAI LEGGENDO
Why.
Teen FictionWrote this on a car ride home. *Trigger warning self harm, depression, suicide* Might add more to this later, who knows