jazminelovesluke
Just an average girl,she always wore a smile on her face, she was cheerful and happy for a short while. Now she's older and things are getting colder. Life's isn't what she thought, she wished someone would've told her, she told people she was down and people let her slip by so from then on she kept it on the inside. She told her self she's alright, But she was telling white lies. People couldn't tell no one looked at her dull eyes. She carried on like a solider with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed. She new exactly what she had to do next, just stand on a chair and tie the rope around her neck. She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild, "look at me now are you proud of your precious child?" But she knew it wasn't her parents to blame, it was the world that should bow down its head in shame. She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon, Just don't think it'll be over soon. The chair collapsed over as she took her final breath.