Society Killed the Teenager

"Could you please stop? Just stop it. Stop trying to crack my head open and pour sunshine in. I don't want it!" I screamed at the woman who did what I hated the most. Counseling me. "But, Miss Sparks-" she tried to reach for me. "I said stop it! There's no pot of gold at the end of this f*cking monochrome rainbow, okay? I know I tried to kill myself, who cares if I do it again and succeed this time? I'm already dead inside!" I again curled into a ball, my nails digging into my skin to keep myself together. I can't move on. I can't live. I'm not supposed to be alive. I just want to be left alone.
But they wouldn't leave me alone. He should leave me alone. He told me that he cared.
But nobody cares, at least not for me.

Yes, this is my story. Don't worry it won't be long. It'll end soon enough. Because this is the story of how society took a life that is not worth saving.