I'm sick and tired of being unseen by everyone! It's like I'm invisible!
I bet if I killed myself now they wouldn't even notice!
So that's what I did, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, I cut my wrist. The cut was really deep, it made me sick!
I cut the other one to make it go faster, to take the pain away. But more pain was added.
There was blood everywhere. Things started going darker, my vision was hazy, my mind was clouded, I felt my body tremble.
Then I fell. I fell to the floor, there was a really loud noise before I felt i could keep my eyes open no more. So slowly I closed them, trying to stay alive.
But there was no one there to save me from myself, so as my body weakened i could feel as I lost control. I was paralyzed.
So that's how I died. And now when I think back to it, I wish i hadn't been so mad, I wish i hadn't thought about suicide. I now realize that it wasn't worth dying over.
But now it's too late. If I could turn back the clock, I would go back to before i grabbed the knife and thought it over first. Then maybe I would be alive today.
