Here, I stand. In the middle of an abandon road. When will a car come and hit me already. I've for hours in the pouring rain, when I found this place. The road and I are so similar. Abaandon, unused, only once we'll come in contact with others but it's only for awhile. I wonder if I stay here will everyone forget me. Will they move on? Will it be better if I wait here and await my death. I don't know. I'm so confused. Is this right? i have no longer have a desire to keep me going. My happiness have been torn out of me. I fear that I'm so broken that I'm no longer fixable
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Suicidal Journal
Teen FictionEnter a mind of one who is confused. Someone who has no one to talk to. Someone who agonizes in pain and desperation. This is a story about a typical teen's suicidal journal. *please note that this story is written poetically*
