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By cattie Date: 2003 Apr 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.03.17.08.18982]] |
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I was sitting in the closet..... Everything jumbled up inside. I was feeling totally lonely. With no one that loved me. Not my family, Not a friend, Not any one. So anyways... I was sitting in the closet. It was dark, and cramped. I was thinking, When I looked down at my wrist. I saw the vains, Blood rushing through them. I thought of all the sucky stuff going on in my life. (parents fighting, always being yelled at, always being criticized, feeling like no one cared anymore, feeling like I had no reason to live since I was alone with no one to hold me). The best thing I could think of was to watch the blood drip from my wrists and on to the carpet. My 'friends' had done it. They felt it helped. But they had never taken it to the extreme. I thought maybe i should be the first of us three. I dried up the tears, and almost stood up to go find a razor. The I fell back to the floor and thought Of all the times I had told them not to do it. Of all the love I still had for everyone even if they didn't feel the same way. I thought of what my mom would say when she found me. I thought of the tears that would roll down the cheeks of her horrified face. She hadn't ever suspected anything was wrong. But how wrong she was. The tears poured down my face as I saw myself in the closet, dead, with blood all over. The love was there, I just needed to find it. I just needed to search for it. Becuase I had lost it. I thought I had lost everything. But everything was still there. I was the only thing that wasn't. My mind was totally gone. Thank God I found it as soon as I did. Other wise everyone would have read about me in the papers. I can see the headline: "13 Yr. Old Girl Found Dead in Closet; Cause of Death:Suicide" Thank God. |