The Day I Died…….

I got home from school, and fled straight to my room crying and screaming as today was the worst day ever.

The day started like a usual day, I went to school went to class, did no work, and went to lunch. However lunch was different for me today, instead of being greeted by my friends I was yelled and screamed at by Goth haters. To make things even worse my boyfriend dumped me. That was it I ran home, I couldn’t stay there any longer. I wanted to die.

So now I’m sitting in my room with my knife pressed firmly on my wrist and following my vein. I watch the blood seep out of my vein and realize that I don’t really want to die this way.

I scream for help but no one hears me, I try to stand but I fall and hit my head. My head is now bleeding and I’m panicking, I’m suffering.

I realize that I am going to die, and find some paper and a pen and write "I didn’t want to die this way….. You made me do this… I am now no longer invisible, at last I will be noticed… good-bye ".

I finally accept my fate, and give in. I lie down and reflect on my life and accept what I have done. A reach for my blanket and pull it over me then pass out.

I am dead but my sprit still lives on, I now have to watch as my family discovers my cold and pale dead body and their screams for this not to be real, and then I realize I was not invisible to all and I pass over for my eternal rest.