I was just an average girl that always wore a smile. I was cheerful and happy for a short while. Now I am older and things are getting colder. I kept all the pain on the inside. I told myself I was alright. But I was just telling white lies. I tried to stop myself from crying every night. There's no chance for me to feel alright. I know I am depressed. But won't let anyone notice. 
      The cuts on my wrist are no mistake. No one ever cared enough to save me from the self hate. This world isn't my place. I've tried so hard to fix it and fit in. But nothing ever seemed to work. There's nothing here for me. I'm just a waste of space. I've got no reason to stay here. It's just a disgrace. I was misplaced. Born at the wrong time in the wrong place. I can't deal with the pain any longer. As I am so tired of laying there hugging my pillow tighter. 
     I'm not a fighter. World this is it. 
                    Goodbye......