I knew it was coming
It had to happen in the end
I didn't want help
I needed to fight it on my own
But i guess this is the fight i can't win.
Ow, becoming short of breath now
and I'm freezing but there's sweat dripping off me
there's no colour left in my cheeks, or any where for that matter
My parents are downstairs
they haven't got a clue
I wish I could say goodbye to them
But I don't want them to see me like this
it would only destroy them
more then they already are as a pair
I've left all of my GCSE grades on the desk so they can be proud of me... maybe
and I've put a photo of all of us next to it so they won't forget
It's nearly time the rooms gone black
there it is, the bright white light
well goodbye forever... I hope this will make things right.
