Sitting in the dark i am the ghost of insanity, nothing more but drugs and pills and slitting my wrists, it becomes a habit sitting there slitting your wrists, for an unknown reason, just becuz u love the way it feels to have hot blood drip from ur bleeding wrists, you love the way the drugs make it better, popping pill after pill you start to feel great so you pop a few more til they make you sick, you start to feel drowsy so you go to sleep, the next morning you wake up to see ppl around you and it looks like your asleep, you go up to your family guys what r u doing , they start to shiver and weep, you see a note left by your dresser you read it: dear mom and dad,
im so sorry for what i have done. ive been nothing more than a plaque upon this family so ill be going away now, i cant hurt anyone. tell my brother and sister i love them so much plz warn them what drugs do.......i love you too mom and dad......make sure you treat them right......explain to them that what i did was stupid but by the time i could call the hospital and an ambulence could arrive i would have been dead so im going to sleep. i love you all.
your daughter
you start to cry and realize what you have done and to think it could have all been prevented.....you walk off so sad and depressed and ashamed down the lonely dark pathway to death.
