It all happened so quickly. All I could see in my vision was. No. That can't be right. Blood.
I can hear voices in the background but they are all blurred too. What was happening?
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3 days later
Turns out I had tried to die. I tried to take my life. Viciously. I had lost a lot of blood and they have to keep me in the hospital for at least ten days. My condition was serious. If my dad hadn't banged down the bathroom door I probably wouldn't have made it.
Why did he care though. He never cared. And my mom. Where to begin? She was crying in the corner and I didn't know why. Was she scared? I didn't think so. But why? I'm useless and pathetic. Why did she care?
Word spreads and I'm the talk of the grade. I don't really care.
Music. I need music. They had to run a few more tests but I was eventually allowed to listen to my beats.
My parents didn't consult a therapist. Thank God. Talk about my feelings?! Sweet Jesus. Why would I do that? It feels like I don't even have any. I wish it worked. I wanted to die. Why didn't they let me? It's what they said they wanted.
What did I do? I don't understand anything right now. I think the medicine is finally kicking in....
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Apperently I left a note:
Parents: You left me alone. You didn't do anything. Why? Do you not care? Probably. That makes sense.
Friends: You didn't do anything. And that the problem. But it's your problem. Not mine. At least not anymore...
Everyone Else: You didn't matter at first. But then you did. And that was worse than everything.
So, I left a note. In my opinion I think my online worries are better.
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(A/n) I felt sad and this came out. Please don't leave any hate!
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YOU ARE READING
Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
