I Swear

I watch intently as the rope swings from the ceiling, the end to close to be able to even say anything as I slowly stagger onto the pile of books I have before me, careful not to fall. Getting ready to see the crystal clear light and the chiming sounds of heaven. Where I no longer hide the cuts. Where I no longer Bury myself in a blanket of my own tears. Where I don't let them torment my self conscious. Where I am free to be me.

Slowly ever so slowly my feet inch towards the edge my mind tracing back to all thoughts times where I smiled. Where I was happy, where I swore I'd never die like this. Where the end was never near.

I quickly turn hooking the rope around my neck while I study my figure in the mirror. A girl so slim to afraid to eat. Her once plump lips now as pale as her skin with the purple bags under her eyes from all those sleepless nights. She looks as if she was already dead. As if her soul had never moved on, but she's alive with every gasping breath.

I then turn, my mind not daring to change, not daring to see the building where all the blood, all the scars, all the pain had started. Where all the dark dreams soon become real.

One tear falls down my cheek as I slowly let go. Letting the books fall to the floor, but never letting my feet touch the ground. As the air gets stripped from me everything becomes endless.

News report

Samantha Cole found dead in her room today at 4:30 this afternoon

As the sixteen year old had just got home from school suddenly ending her life with a rope. Her parents devis-

Some random girl

I turn the TV off my heart breaking from the death of that girl.

I swear I will never do that. I will never commit suicide.

But that's what they

all say!