To the one's who care

It was a fact,

she was just a troubled teen,

and nothing could save her,

from the person she was doomed to be.

Normal things were going on,

just like any other teenage girl,

but this one had a bit more "drama,"

and no one realized what it was doing.

She started to think about what she should do,

and nothing seemed to come to her mind,

until she locked herself away from the mess,

and her eyes set on a tool.

The next day she had horrible pains,

and everytime she would close her eyes,

flashes of the horrible memories would go through her mind,

everyone of them more intense.

Everything around her didn't seem to help,

and she didn't know how to handle it,

so just continued,

not knowing the consequences.

Each day she had to hide,

behind a fake smile and an optimistic covering,

she figured they would never find out,

because who would guess that someone so responsible would do that.

Things one week were especially hard,

boys are nothing but trouble,

and family is a fight that never ends,

so she did the only thing left.

Once again she locked herself in,

then she pulled out the box,

and sat on the floor and stared,

and eventually, she hoped, she would talk herself out of it.

Ten minutes later she was found,

her mother was screaming in horror,

as she looked down at her baby girl,

dead, on the floor.

The ambulance arrived,

but they knew they couldnt help,

so they took her away,

while the girl's mother wept.

Her father told her mother to go into the room,

it would remind her of her young one,

but the mother simply couldn't,

so it was left unattended.

Years past by and finally the mother built some courage,

and she unlocked the door and opened her eyes,

but she wasn't reminded of happy memories,

but, instead, of horrible images.

She shed tears and finally cleared her eyes,

to see her daughter's dresser drawer,

half-way opened,

and an envelope hidden inside.

She opened it and inside was a diary,

and she opened it,

with fear and curiosity,

and the entry read:

"Things were hard once again today,

and I don't know what to do,

I would hate to do that thing again,

because death is not what is on my mind.

I do think it would be a relief,

to be over with this all and go to heaven,

I just hope that god would forgive me,

for being selfish and such a fool.

I would be leaving all my friends and family,

and I am pretty sure they would be devasted,

so I am even more confused right now,

and I am only going to say one more thing...

This will be my very last entry,

because after this I will have screamed my last scream,

breathed my last breath and dripped my last drop of blood,

and these are my last word said.

To my family: I Love You,

To my friends: I Love You Too,

To the one who truly cares: Thank you for being there-you have a piece of my heart,

and to the one I "love": I Love You, now you know, but what I am doing is partly because of you."

She dropped the book and ran out of the room,

and went to the cemetary to sit,

she sat by her "baby gurl,"

and shed tears that meant the world.

** thanks for all thos who care... esp. Ricky