In my room crying holding a gun thinking about dieing. I can't handle all the fighting, I can't tell you thats why I'm writing. Our love should have never been, the outside hurt isn't half of what I feel with in. I gave us one more chance, but we blew it at the graduation dance. I remember the sad look on your face,but hoping that we wouldn't fight anymore would have been a disgrace. We just lost it and I was the one who had to end it. You knew that was going to happen after what you said. You told me that I was stupid and you wished you didn't love me thats why I want to be dead. All you will see when I'm gone is my blood a deep red. Next to my body will be a note that is only for you. I invited you over to my house so you will be the first one to see me dead, then what will you do. You'll see the note and know that I died because of you.
By- Christina Ramsdell
