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Ever Thought you were nothing to the world and that you should die and be gone forever?1

As she sits on the top of the mountain where her parents first met, she wonders if she means anything to anyone.2

Holding the knife, turning it around, eyeing the sparkle for she had just sharpened it.3

Thinking about all the times she fought to stay alive, she wondered if anyone was gonna miss her.4

Holding the blade in her right hand, she put it to her wrist.5

Saying her last goodbyes to the world, she thought about her life, friends, family, and her journal.6

Her journal, the only thing she ever really talked to. It's innocence was all she had left of her. Yet, it was guilty for never telling people what was really going on in her head. She doesn't bring the black book with her, in hopes someone will read it when she was gone.  Hoping someone would find out the real her.7

Searing, white hot pain drove through her body, as her last ounce of adrenaline rushed through her body.8

Not a drop of blood on the kinfe, it fell out of her hand, off the cliff, and into the trees.9

She lays there, dead, cold, in her own puddle of blood.10