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Lying here in this cold dark room, I decide that i cant take it anymore. Im ending. Im tired of feeling helpless. Im tired of feeling sad. Im tired of feeling soo broken. I grab my razor from my hiding place and go to the bathroom. I sit down in the bath tub, bc in here itll be easier to clean. Why am i even thinking of that? I dont even care anymore. I cant or else im not gonna do it.  I rest my head onto the wall and i slit my vein. The cut is soo long so that i know ill be gone. No one is awake. No one can hear me. No one can stop me. Ill be gone for good. Its better this way anyways.

~ i said this with the previous one but this is actually the last one. i hope you have found delight in my poems. thank you for taking time and reading them.~

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