Thoughts

Still here....

Still here....

The pain of the cuts were unbearable. Tears leaked out of my eyes and fell onto my arms, making them sting. I looked down at the slits on my wrists. Blood oozed out and dripped on the floor. I set the blade that I was holding down and grabbed a towel from the sink. Wrapping the towel around my arm, I then used some duct-tape to hold it in place. I sat on the floor with my back up against the wall. More tears rushed out and dripped off my face. Soon the towel that was wrapped around my wrist was soaked in dark red blood.

"Why do I do this?"

Saying that I'm depressed is an understatement. I'm alone in the world, with no friends, no family, I'm bullied at school and everything is just a big mess.

My family had died a few years ago, in a plane wreck, when my father, mother, and sister were flying down to Texas, to prepare my sister's new dorm room for collage. But sadly that was not to be. There was a huge storm the night of the crash, and the plane, according to evidence, was stuck by lightening.

When the plane and bodies were found, I got a call, telling me that my family had been killed on impact.

Soon, I had people at my door step, there to escort me to my aunt's. But when we arrived, my aunt said that she did not want me, and that I would only remind her of her loss of her brother and sister-in-law.

With anger and sadness, I ran, far away. I ended up staying in the woods for a couple days, until I decided to return. To return to the house I grew up in. I arrived there a few days later, and climbed in through the window. I laid on my sister's bed and cried myself to sleep.

Years later, I'm still here, and yeah I'm still a big bloody mess.