I sit on the floor, slouched against the frame of my bed. Those 5 shots of vodka finally hit and my head is feeling heavy. I look down at my arms, at the blood trickling down, and a laugh bubbles out of me. The laugh quickly turns into tears and suddenly I'm sobbing. The tears mark my cheeks and I grab the pillow off my bed to muffle my screams. The pain rips through my chest. I can't do this.. The pain is so great, and no one would understand. There's no reason for me to be like this, to feel this way. My family life is good, my grades are decent. I'm into sports, and I have a few close friends who care about me. My life is perfect. Something is missing, but I don't know how to find it. So I'll continue searching in my veins and the bottoms of bottles and hope that someday I'll find it, whatever it is.
