The yearning for the pain to go away was fruitless. It stayed no matter what,it got harder to breath, and easier not to. Everything was gone my happy life full of friends that had my back. Turned into a dreary, cold , life , where stabbing me in the back is fun. Everyone has turned against me I am the outcast I am ignored, I am the depressed girl , I am stupid, gross, weird, ignored, ugly, fat, sad, guilty,depressed, emotional,clumsy,lazy, and different. All these words are me yet I still cling to my life with vigor because it is the only thing I have it makes me miserabl e but I still keep it. but now I realize what a burden it is and how much of a relief it will be to get rid of it to everyone. My life doesn't count at all . So I will down that bleach, cut my throat, swallow those pills, an d hanfg this neck because what I'm going through is unbearable and won't end till I end it which I will.Goodbye Farewell you won't miss me much.
Prevent this being a backstabbing bitch doesn't get you anywhere. Being someone there life isn't worthy being mean. Save the life don't kill it. Stay alive the pain will end. Adults can help. Abuse will stop.
