One day she was sitting by herself wishing to die, when suddenly she burst out and began to cry. This little girl no longer wanted to live, she said she had nothing more to give. She was alone with no one by her side, her pain she continued to hide. Her parents seemed not to care, so she wished not to be there. They never knew the pain she had, they always seemed to be so glad. No one noticed this little girl who sat alone. Her true side was never shown. She had no one to show it to, and there was nothing else she wanted to do. She wanted someone to see her pain, so maybe she would have something to gain. But no one knew about it, and they probably didn't give a shit. They would just think she was weird for wishing to end her life, by using that knife. But what else do they expect when they don't see her? When life is just a total blur? How can they not understand it? Not even one bit? These were some of the questions she too, asked herself. She continued to stare at the picture on the shelf. A little girl that was once her, began to become a blur. Tears silenty running down her cheak, knowing she was too weak. She grabbed her knife and began to cry. Knowing this was her time to die. She wrote a note explaining it, knowing no one would care one bit. She wrote the truth as truthful as could be, leaving everything for them to see. So this girl ended her life, with that one little knife. All because it fell apart, and ended in dismay, that little girl died, on a day just like today.
