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I’m sick of it
Everything that goes on in this thing called life
I’m sick and tired of being bullied
Tired of being called a "freak" or "cutter" just because of how I dress and act
Tired of people telling me to get help when I’m fine and don’t need it
They base how I’m feeling on how I dress
Just because I dress in dark colors doesn’t mean I’m unhappy and am not having fun
I have the best friends anyone can ask for, but I’m having trouble handling this anymore
I just want it to end
So I sit down writing a letter to each of my friends, and to my mom, dad, and sister
Telling them how much I love them and why I did what I’m about to do
I placed them into different envelopes and label them
I place them on my desk to be found
I open my night stand drawer and pull out a small knife
I say I few words to myself
I regret this being my only way out, but it must be done
So I take the knife and slice the deepest gash over my wrist
As my life is fading to darkness I see the face that makes everything better
But it was too late, for him to save me from myself
I lie dead in front of him
Never to return again