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As I stood in the bathtub,

Belt tightly rapped around my neck and i stab my wrists ,

I can’t breathe.

I start gasping for air.

But still want to die.

I write on the mirror,

Sorry for being a pain in the ass,

Sorry for being such a biTch in the past,

But now i am gone,

But I am not dead.

I can’t breathe.

I keep the belt around my neckso tight blood starts to spill,

As I feel deaths prestnce i calm down

I fall to the floor,

Belt still in tack.

No one will notice,

Cuz no one will care...

bloody tears spill down my cheek as u wipe them away,

I lay in this pool of blood as u pick me up ,

As I cry red tears



Knife in one hand, white roses in the other,

You stand above me with a look of horror upon your face.

You got a look in your eye that sends more tears down my face .



bloody tears spill down my cheek,

I choke out words that are desperate for help.

You ignore me and go away for a couple minutes,

Coming back with a bag.



It goes over my head,

And doesn’t come off.

This is the night,

This is the night that I died.

I'm trying something different u wont remeber me ,

Then my cutting attempts that never wourk,

You see I found this rope strong as can be ,

In my basement no one will find me ,

There’s this big hook on the ceiling,

I’m wondering if maybe,

Just maybe it could work my freedom a rope away,

I take the latter set it up,

A little below the hook,

I climb up the latter tears running down my face ,

Looking down its not high,

But high enough to kill me,

I wrap the rope around the hook,

Then tie it around my neck,

Still thinking maybe,

Just maybe it will work,

Then I grab my note from my pocket,

Open it and read it out loud,

"One day every one will remmber me for who iam not for wat i am ,

But now it’s caused so much pain,

I drop my note to the ground,

Looking at my wrists,

I pull out a razor,

And slit them one last time deep as i can ,

Then I drop the bloody razor,

And it falls on the note,

Making it turn bloody too,

I smile and start to giggle,

About how this is the best way,

And so easy to do,

I’m getting blood all over me,

I hear my mom up stairs,

Yelling "victoria where r u,"

Then with the rope still around my neck,

I forget its there and jump,

My air,

Is gone,

I can’t,

Breathe,

I,

Guess,

This is,

It.

My family,

Is now free,

And so am,

I.

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic



Her only friend

was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair



She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound



Until her parents

unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endure



A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?



But she grabs her bear

And softly cries

She loves her parents

But they want her to die



She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking,

"Please God, why is

My life always sinking? "



Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did



Then one night

Her mom came home high

And the poor child was beaten

As hours went by



Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made



She thrusted the blade

Right in her chest,

"You deserve to die

You worthless piece of shit!



The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying



Police showed up

At the small little house

Then quickly barged in

Everything quiet as a mouse



One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the little girl

Laying dead on the floor



It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms