The world keeps spinning faster, and faster, and faster. My heart stopped beating in a rhythm. My life is out of control. My life is gray, foggy, with a black mist. How do I escape? Cutting used to be the only way I would feel better. But even now, it does no help. I need an escape.
My parents and siblings don't even realize I'm depressed. I can wear a t-shirt and nobody even asks. How do I keep putting on a fake face anymore? I can't handle the pain this life has to offer. I can't do it anymore, I just can't. I have my death date planned. October 29th. It'll be the last day people hear from me, the last day I'm seen. Nobody will care, and I don't want anyone to weep when I die.
They don't understand the pain that I go through in this life, so I don't want to see them weep. Nobody ever asks me, "how are you doing" anymore. I wish somebody would, but even then, I wouldn't have enough courage to pull myself together and admit the truth.
Well... I guess next time you'll ever hear from me is when I begin to take my life. Love you all. The people who are reading this, thank you. You're the people who listen to how I feel. <3
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Bleeding Heart *Still in Writing the Chapters*
Teen Fiction15 year old Jade, is slowly falling into the trap of depression and suicidal thoughts after moving away from her friends. Jade had the best possibly friends before she moved away, and now she has to figure out how to fit in again.
