Remembering my past, Memories i had forgotten. At the back of my mind. My first memory i had thought of was...
Me, in my room, Sitting on my bed with a stick of bamboo i had received from my Uncle. Having the thought of suicide once again. Nobody has to know any of this, i would just disappear, Thinking back to when that happened, when i was only 6 i was thinking of these things. They have always been on my mind. Always. Mother would think i was always happy, but inside I was never truly happy with the life i was given.
To feel lonely, while others believe they are close to you, In this world nobody is, These feelings I start to remember while standing atop a building. Not looking down, but closed eyes pondering on my life as it happens.
Memories filling my brain, Consuming it entirely. Re-living my memories.
Is this how it feels to be on the brink of killing yourself, to feel alone, Unlike how they would show it on TV making it so easy to pass after you have made a finial decision on the deed itself. Looking around wondering what could i have done that would have changed my mind?, What could i do to get a better goodbye from people round?, What could i do to stop the memories from invading my mind of thoughts. My thoughts and decisions!
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RandomLife SUCKS Avery has had a tough life. This is her story. I was assisted by therandomchild13 and GirlWithTheSpecs17. Cover was also made by GirlWithTheSpecs17
