She sat ther wishing she had a gun so bad. She also remembered the first day she thought of killing herself.
She remembered the exact words she had said to her friend.
“I just want to shoot myself, It feels like I’ve lived my life to it’s fullist, Why live any longer.”
She’d been to a shrink for two years once, but it didn’t help at all. She’d also almost drowned herself in the bath tub so was so desperat to die. But now it was worse then ever. She also remembered the nights she would cry herself to sleep. It was a crul world she lived in and wanted it over. She walked down the hall quietly hopeing not to wake any one. She made it to the kitchen and got out the sharpest knife. The bucher knife. Her favorate. as she brought the knife to her whrist she thinks about the days before…….
This is on a true story and has been haunting me for a long time I had to tell some one.