I opened my eyes to see a body laying there with mutilated arms.
Her life had been slowly taken away from her. Her life was taken by the angel of depression, anger, hate and blood. The only way she escaped her pain was by cutting her wrists and letting the blood trickle down her hands.
You could see this girl had been crying like every other night of her lonely life. The tears stains were on her cheeks. And her pillow was filled with her tears and crimson blood. When she sat in the classroom everyday she felt like she was the only person on earth. No one knew her, no one seemed to care. People teasing and taunting her, to them she was only dirt. Something not to worry or care about, because she had no feelings at all, but what they didnâ??t realise was that everyday she feel deeper in depression and tonightâ??s cuts were more deadly and deeper than ever before. As you can tell this teenage girl took her own life to escape the darkness of the world.
As the doctors zip up the bag as she lays bloody and so dead on the inside, to put her in the ambulance, I reach out to be able to tell her I could have helped her through her time of needâ?¦ but I realise Iâ??m reaching out to myself. Because tonight I took my own life, I was another teenage suicide.
