I was crying in my room with a razor in my hand. Blood splattered my arms and legs. I couldn't take this anymore. The sun was setting and so was my life. I was going down with the day and I knew I wasn't gonna be able to rise with the next.
I lit up a cigarette in my hand, hoping the world would understand my choice. I stood and stumbled. I was weak. Too weak. It hit me.
I was dying.
I screamed for help. I didn't wanna die. I changed my mind. My family, my friends, what am I doing to them! I grabbed the phone and dialed my bestfriend. I cried to him and begged for help. He called the law. I was picked up and carried away.
He sat with me in the ambulance. I place my hand upon his face. He looked at me and said the last four words if ever hear.
"Darling, you'll be okay."
