as i stood in the bath tube ,belt tightly wraped around my neck i stab my wrists i cant breath i gasp for air but i still want to die i written on the mirror "iamsorry for being a bitch"but now iam gone but now not dead i cant breath i tighten the belt so tight blood spills out as i feel deaths warmth i calm and fall to the floor belt still intaked noone will notice cause noone cares as i die i whisper "i love you mom iam sorrry"
but all of us have a chance to forgive our selve sometimes
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