I layed there crying, there was no more pills to take. A thought crossed my mind if I'm going to die I need to leave something behind from my last hours. The pen shook in my hand as I brought it to the paper. A tear dropped onto the paper as I wrote." I'm sorry everyone who truly cared, blame the ones who put me down. I'm sorry mom, but thanks for nothing you raised me that's it,you did nothing to help me through my struggles. To dad :fuck you thanks for shit ,you no good bastard. You were there when you need me ,but look where you are now. I'm sorry but I'm not need it any longer. I know in a month you'll forget I'm gone. In that moment the pen fell from my hand ,and I collapse on the floor.
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Wayward Poetry
Teen FictionSteph and J have been friends since 3rd grade. Now in high school Steph is struggling with depression. Will J help or only hurt steph's situation? Will love find its way into both of there hearts and pulled Steph back from the edge? dedicated...
