The school bell rang. She grabbed her folder with her doodles and placed it in her backpack and zipped it closed. It swung up and landed on her back as she inserted her left arm through the second strap. Walking to her bus, forcing a smile as she bids her friends goodbye. She runs to her bus, hoping it won't leave her behind. One foot after another. She steps in in a rush. Sitting in the bus seat, head against the window, staring out in the passing by world. As the bus stops, she sighs and gives the driver a brief grin and grabs hold of the rail. Stepping back into the world, walking home, glancing at families in their yard. Arrives home to see the garage empty. No one's home. She enters the warmth of her home and tosses her backpack aside. She enters the washroom and grabs the razor. Carefully, she breaks it, revealing the lone blade. It glides across her porcelain skin. Piercing it. One gash after another. Still not satisfied. She still palpates the twinge. Blinded by tears, she enters her backpack; grabbing a pencil and paper. She placed the note upon her pillow as she tried to wipe away the dampness caused by the blood and tears; only to conclude in smearing it. Upon her arrival to the bathroom, she looks down at the blade. She glares at it as it glares back; beckoning her. She grabs it and grips it creating a deep gash in her hand. She doesn't feel it. She shrugs off her worries with a heavy sigh. Sitting in the bathtub, she guides the blade across her wrist. Slowly, she died. But, during those three minutes, she didn't see it that way. She smiled. Her eye lids slowly shut, as she, finally, died. Slowly dying since she was born, she brought it all to an end. Suicidal tears finally heard. Now, she, forgotten, roams in heaven... where she belongs.1
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this so true I want to do this
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omg love that was great im crying right now i love that omg i love youo so much never leave me please i love you so mmuch and dont ever forget that NEVER because i will never forget you!! when i atempted suicide i saw your face then i saw me you and bryce so please dont leave me your face saved me i love you soo much
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i think this conveyed the way people feel before they attempt to end their life... personal experience? if not very insightful. it was sad, the way she ended it crying. i noe that people dont understand that cutters dont do it to hurt others they do it for the pain. great work
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What only two applauds? Well, I'm proud to say I'm number three! This is sooo totally AWESOME! I LOVE IT!
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... thats all i know to say ... :'( ...
Jessie -
Ok, ill have to admit taht that was very powerful.............and ill have to admit that i need a kleenex....lol
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beautiful
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That was very well written. It was like you were actually there. But I have to tell you, anyone who kills themself isn't going to Heaven. And suicide is NEVER the answer no matter the the case. God is always there and will never leave...
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heh thanks. that wasnt a poem though, it was a story.
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omg that poem is bringing tears to my eyes. that is sooo sad! but i loved it!!!
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wonderful
wow this brought tears to my eyes this was a great story i hope to read more from you good luck in life
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