Crying Blood,Bleeding Tears

I Cry My Self To Sleep

I cry myself to sleep

Im willow myah james,i'm 16 years old my parents are lucy and jack and i go to a very brutal high school.I live in a very small town in the united states and i'm not very good at doing a lot of things.

Ever since i started high school everything bad started to happen and it would always involve me...last year i got put down a level because of some jock who messed around with me during school time landing me into trouble and leading me to less time of school which meant i had to be put down a year.Its very hard for me because my parents are getting a divorce.I know that it was going to end up happening because they kept on fighting and ignoring me.But my mum and dad being together was the only thing holding me in place of exactly where i needed to be.Instead i ended up in a very depressional stage.and falling straight out of my place...

Dear reader...You might not want to read on as this is going to be a very intense story about a girl at a very depressional stage as she doesn't think it's worth living with the sorrow anymore.

Week 1

Day 1

My loneliness has gone too far.As a baby child pre teen and now as a teenager i have never experienced love for anyone other than my parents or a friendship as strong as me and my dog cocoa as it's always just been the four of us and my parents business that they both bought before the divorce.Iv never had a true feeling of happiness or a decent memory at school.It's like i'm invisible i'm like the ghost of the school except i'm still alive.Sometimes i do think about death and what it would be like to die sometimes i wonder myself if it would ever come to me early maybe at the rate my life is going at the moment.

Day 2

Loud noises spread through the air and through my window waking me up quickly.I sit up so fast that my heart beat gets faster and faster.I hear horns tooting from cars and sirens heading toward the road sitting outside my house.I rush to get my dressing gown on and head out the door not thinking about what had just happened.And there it is my mother lucy laying on the

That night i cried myself to sleep while listening to the soft music of beethoven.

Day 3

What could be worse losing your mother and then right after that the next day having to go to school.or making your child go to school after theve lost their mother?.

My alarm goes of stinging all of my power i have left to move.I lay in bed facing the harsh morning light streaming through the gaps of the curtains i failed to close up.As i reach to turn of the alarm i see my pillow was still damp from my rusty tears last night of the honour to my mum i'll never forget her.Its a wednesday morning ground with my dad by her side crying fiercely in pain screaming"it's my fault i'm sorry"as my mum leaks tears of blood and blood of tears onto the stiff concrete.i drop to the surface it was like the whole world had just stopped right then and there.My mother gets taken away and put into a blue sack and zipped right up and thrown