❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ No one can fully understand the truth behind a girls suicide, unless the girl who jumped actually tells you the full story. But that's impossible because she's dead. But what if she could tell you why she killed herself? Would you be willing to listen? Well, I'm Elizabeth Smith. And this is why I jumped. This story describes the ten days before Elizabeth Smith committed suicide. Do not read if you are triggered by suicide or cutting. This story contains a small amount of romance. This is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way. I know how it feels to hate yourself and want to die and wish you never existed in the first place. I know how it feels to cut up your thighs and then hate yourself even more because of the scars visible for all to see. I know how it feels to see yourself as too fat and not pretty and worthless and stupid. I know how it feels to be surrounded by people, yet to have never felt more alone. I know how it feels to have a good relationship between you and your mother yet to still hide your broken side in fear that you will be judged, shamed, and hurt. And I know how it feels to never feel okay. To wish you were as innocent and naive as you were at eight years old. To know that you will never be perfect and never be loved. I don't have depression or anxiety or an eating disorder or ADHD or any mental disorders, but yet again I've never seen a doctor. After all, I couldn't without my family finding out. I am so sad and broken but I'm looked at as happy. The world is blind. So, so blind.All Rights Reserved