The End

by caitlin   Sep 22, 2007


She was sad but refused to cry. She won't open up, she won't let anyone in.and now there she was, about to do the unthinkable. No-one thought things were this bad for her. They looked down on her, they thought she was weird. All she ever really wanted was to fit in and have friends, but no-one was brave enough to talk to her, now it was to late. She sat on the bed with the pills in one hand. She thought to herself as she took the pills 'This is the only answer to my nightmare, to escape all of the pain and confusion. The answer is DEATH'

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  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Death isnt the answer, things will improve, im here for you xx your writing is so powerful xx