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Junior High...

you begin to love your friends

you often want to cry

your family doesn't mean that much

and you don't know why...

suicide begins to enter your mind

and no one seems to care..

in your mind your friends don't love you

but you wish they were aware

you find yourself writing letters

saying goodbye to all you know

while you sit there looking at a rope..

staring at a knife..

gleaming at the cars driving fastly by..

holding your breath in the pool...

crying yourself to sleep...



High School comes...

you love your friends more than anything

you often find yourself crying

your family doesn't mean shit to you

yet at the same time mean the world to you

and you don't know why...

suicide is constanly on your mind

still no one seems to care..

You tell yourself your friends hate you

yet you think to yourself they love you

you have a stack of suicide letters to everyone

you slip the rope around your neck

and attach it to the top of the door and let yourself hang

only for a minute before the rope breaks...

you dig the knife into your wrists

your arms

your legs

everywhere...

you jump in front of the cars driving by

but stumble out of the way before it's too late...

you tie youself to the ladder at the bottom of the pool

breaking free and gasping for breath within the next minute...

drugging yourself to sleep...still in tears.