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by Shades of Gray May 2, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I look in the mirror. I'll soon disappear. She begs for my death. I take a deep breath.So, I grab the blade. I guess I can't be saved. My pain runs too deep for them to help me.I refused their meds, so they left me for dead. Now my blood stains the floor. I hear a knock at the door.I'm running out of time. I quickly commit the crime. I lay here as I die. I know no one will cry.I look in the mirror. See, I've disappeared. She begged for my death. I now take my last breath.
by Victoria
Very powerful, Extremely sad. :( All in all- good write!