She slams the door closed.
Tears won't stop running.
She hits her head into the pillow.
"WHY WAS I EVER BORN?!" She screamed out.
Her mother ran up the stairs, calling her name.
Before her mother could open the door she quickly locked it.
"Kate?! Open the door!" She heard her mother yell frantically.
She sat on the floor, leaning against her bed, soaked in tears.
Her mother began thumping on the door, screaming in worry.
She stood up and walked over to her window.
She gazed out to the beautiful sunset.
She opened the window, a soft warm air blew against her pale skin.
Her mother was still thumping heavily against the door.
She remembered all the harsh things they all said.
The tears started flooding again.
She stood on the edge of the window and looked down.
Her incredibly afraid mother bursts into her bedroom.
"Kate!" She screamed.
She slowly turned around and spread her arms outward.
"Suicidal people are just angels that want to go home" She whispered silently.
Her mother grabbed her arm as she fell backwards.
Her mother wasn't that strong.
Her daughter's arm slipped,
And she watched as she saw her own special baby child fall.
Down, down, down, down. . .
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My Personal Hell
RandomIf you are suicidal or have depression or anxiety please stay away. I don't want you reading this. This is so I can vent and let my thoughts out of my head.
