I SOMETIMES GET MAD AND WANT TO GO AND HIDE.MY DOCTOR CALLS IT DEPRESSION, MY FAMILY SAYS ITS JUST WHO I AM. SOME SAY I'M CRAZY, SOME SAY I'M WEIRD, AND SOME ARE JUST SCARED. SCARED TO BE AROUND ME, SCARED MY MOOD WILL CHANGE AND I WILL SNAP. SOMETIMES I WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE. AS I'M SITTING ALONE IN MY ROOM CUTTING MYSELF, WATCHING THE BLOOD DRIP FROM MY BODY. WHEN THE BLOOD STARTS TO DRY, I SEE THE SCARS, THE SCARS I MADE FROM THE DIRTY RAZOR BLADE. I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE MY WOUNDS. TELLING MYSELF WHY DIDNT I CUT DEEPER, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE. I FAILED, I COULDNT DO IT. NOW I FEEL MORE ANGRY, ANGRY AT MYSELF CUZ I COULDNT TAKE MY OWN LIFE. BUT WHY I'M NOT AFRAID TO DIE, OR AM I. I CANT BELIEVE I FAILED MY OWN SUICIDE. AS THE DAYS PASS NOW IM ALL ALONE IN THIS PADDED ROOM, HATING MYSELF MORE EACH DAY, AS I LOOK AROUND THE ROOM, I SEE SOMEONE STANDING THERE LOOKING AT ME, I SAY TO MYSELF, ITS ALL IN MY HEAD THERES NO ONE THERE. THEN I SEE IT, LONG,HARD,COLD METAL POINTED AT MY HEART. I CANT BREATHE, CANT MOVE, CANT SCREAM. IN DEAD SILENCE I HEAR A LOUD BANG, AS I FEEL THE PAIN, SEE THE BLOOD. I LOOK UP AND SHOCKED TO SEE ITS ME, IM HOLDING THE GUN. I FINALLY DID IT, IM FREE NOW. I COMMITED SUICIDE AND THIS TIME I DIDNT FAIL. THE END,
