Unwanted, unloved, uncared for. To leave this cold world would be a blessing. To do so the only way that looked me in the face was suicide. To casue anymore pain would seem unfair. I do not want to know how my story ends. You didn't want me, you didn't care. To live life like that wasn't how I wanted things. So to take me life seems to be the only way. I couldn't carry on like that.I tried to hide it but it just got worse. I hope that all my words will not go unnoticed like me.
