All I had left then was a broken heart, no family and a colostomy bag. I laid there in a middle of a hospital with no one by my sides.My mum had probably been stoned out of her face and passed out on the couch but it would be no different, she wouldn't of came anyway. She would of been more proud of me smoking cannabis than getting an A+ in Maths. I bet she didn't even know my name. After all those years of loving her, Id finally given up. I'd given up on boys too, no decent boy would of been snooping round a girl a colostomy bag with feces in it and I didn't even have any friends. All the girls that went to my school either thought I was a creep or they ignored me cause they were too cool for society. Well I'd given up on them and life.
"Hi, do you have a sharpener?" I asked, tapping the shoulder of one. "Whats it for? You dont have any pencils!?" She replied, sitting next to me. "Listen, I just need sharpeners, i do, please..." I begged. She got out her pocket a sharpener and handed it to me, i took it furiously.. "Do you really want to do that?" She said. I nodded, getting the blade out of the sharpener. I glided the blade making a cut on my arm. I sighed in pain. "I just want to be heard!" I cried, falling fast asleep with the blade in my hand...
