Bloody Warning

As I lay across my blood-stained-bed,
with cuts on my wrists, ankles, and my neck.

And a bloody note on the wall,
LET THIS BE A WARNING TO ALL . . .

Another note in my hand,

To all my friends,

I am so sorry, but I can't take this anymore. No one thought I had problems, HA.

To my love,

I am epically sorry to you. But I want you to go on living your life. Live, Laugh, and Love again.

To my parents,

NOW DO YOU SEE? I am (was) very depressed, and you did what? Oh ya, just mad fun! But I guess it's to late now.

THIS IS A FORMAL GOODBYE TO EVERYONE.
BRITTNEY.