You're sitting at your desk. You know it's time to go. You've told yourself that over a million times. But this time you know for sure it's real. You're tired. You're just so very tired. Your parents pissed you off, like school wasnt bad enough today. You go to get the rope, the knife, or whatever you choose to use cause you are just that desperate to leave. You're ready.
You think of it as a game. The first one dead is the first one to win. No one is home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you dont do it now, you are just going to look down at yourself even more, for forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one will know, until later on. Instead of getting paper and a pen, you get a video camera along with a chair.
A girl is gone. A speical girl. A girl who thought they never cared. Everyone cared. I promise you. They care. They always have cared, and they always will care. They loved you. And no matter what, They will still always love you. xxxx
I love you all. I'm always here, message me if you need ANYTHING, alright?
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Suicide - Dedicated to itsjustashley
PuisiThe written version of a free verse Soundcloud poem about suicide and the impact of it.