I am bent ,but not broken, I am scarred but not disfigured.I am sad but not hopeless . I am tired ,but not lifeless.I am afraid ,but not powerless . i am angry ,but not bitter.i am depressed, but not giving up . These thoughts swam around in my head as I wrote , voices rang in my head " kill yourself your not wanted", i put the volume all the way up and pushed my earphones deeper into my ear . The voices were still there, I continued to write. I dreaded the moment when I would finish writing this note , eventually the time came, I folded the paper and taped it shut with the heart shaped stickers mum got me, a tear rolled down my face and onto the paper , another rolled down and another . I wiped my face and prepared myself . My hands shaking ,I took 7 pain relief tablets,picked up the razor then dropped to the floor in tears ,as I fell the razor slit my palm open blood flowed onto the carpet . I cried even harder, the blood continued to flow , my head was spinning with thoughts . I tried to get up to finish what I needed to do , but I fell back down , I blacked out.
(Rest of book coming soon)
