Her Last Words

"Don't Cry...my dear. It will be over soon. Just wipe...your tears. I will be here for you. Your life...your fears. I will always cater to you. My child...my heir. You don't know how much I love you."1

She smiled at her.2

"I always be true to you. Your dreads...your cares. I would take them away from you. Your pain...and strain. I would be glad to take that too. I would do anything to spend just one more minute with you."3

Her life was short because she didn't know what to do. No friends...broken heart. And no one even knew. No father...depression...love, she thought wasn't true. Her boyfriend...obsession... anything for him she would do.4

Without her mother's discretion, she did some things that would teach her a lesson. And her father's protection, she won't get married and receive his blessings. This girl was smart, but fell deep into depression. And drugs, her cure, did not work anymore.5

She had to find relief when her boyfriend walked out the door. The drugs...the sex...he wanted even more. She felt used and hurt. She lost the only one she adored. But her mother thought that she was happy (just maybe a little bored). 6

The signs were clear. But no one understands. Her life...the game. How it all messed up her plans.The change, a good girl to a bad, how it all began. And when she started falling, how no one gave a hand.7

At home...alone. She realized how much her emotions have grown. The pain...the voices...the results from her choices. The yelling...the screaming...the mistakes and all its meanings. She was confused. She was scared. So she did only what she knew to do.8

In a quick second,she reached for her blade. She knew that once it was over. She wouldn't feel any pain. She slid it across her wrists, DEEPLY, in which a vein it didn't miss. And she started writing. The last of her life was spent like this:9

Dear Mother,10

Only pain falling down upon me. A lot of strain was brought upon me. I hate this game and this is the only way to leave. I asked for help, but no one cared about me. I'm so ashamed of what I came to be. Just continue with your life and forget about me. But before I go, there is one thing I want you to know. I want you to know that....*11

She never got to finish. She never got to cry. She never told why she did this. She never told her Why. There is something she wanted to tell her. Something that was true. But because no one payed attention. No one ever knew.12