Crying on the stairway, she tumbled to a fall, all her life was shatters, and she‘s ready to end it all, she could hear the screaming, and everything she held, cause on her way to math class she somehow lost herself
She felt herself breathe, as she sliced it through her skin, she didn’t even know this was how her ending would begin, she felt relief, she saw the blood, she knew this was the outburst of all the wrong shed done, so take this beating heart, and cut this life apart, she took the wrong way down, now she’s bleeding on the ground.
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That last line really stands out to me. I don't think you're insane, or weird, or anything like that. I'm around your age, I believe (I'm 16) , and I know how you feel. It may come from something different, but I've been there before. I wrote something just like this called 'a short story about killing myself'. You can read it if you want. Hating yourself and everything, it all is hard to deal with, I understand. But I bet you're more than you give yourself credit for. If you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here, don't hesitate to message me. Sorry about the long comment.