Hey, you! Yeah, you, the girl in the corner, what's wrong? Are you crying? - they asked me. I was, indeed. Yes I am - I said - would you mind leaving me alone? Not at all, aight honey - they answered, and walked the other way round looking at me, worried.
I'm OK - I said to myself, and I started scratching my arms and legs with my nails for being unable to scream, to say out loud what I felt, and let everyone know I couldn't LOVE. I was so hurt inside I wanted to show scars on the outside to let everybody know I was dying and my heart was bleeding in my hand.
I carved my mind searching for slutions and the word suicide came to me several times. I was desperate and started thinking about it. I came home from school every day and locked myself in my room looking for things to hung myself up or drown myself. Luckily I didn't find anything to end my life. But instead I found a letter, a beautiful sheet of paper which words made me cry of happiness. It was my best friend's writing. She wrote to me a couple of months before, I was a beautiful girl, and as I was used to having everything I wanted, when all this came up I suddenly broke down. But I have to move on and carry on because there's more to life than meets the eye, and I would miss a lot of important things if I ended my life now. You just have to relax, enjoy - she said.
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