Hi! This is a story I was very inspired and excited to write. Hope enjoy you this. Love y'all.

!TRIGGER WARNING!: If you are sensitive to suicide, depression, abuse, or anything to that magnitude, then I would advise you not to read this story.

Why do I feel this way. Cold, alone, an outsider, an outcast. When I am in class no one talks to me, hell, my own damn parents disown me. From getting beaten at home, to having to cover up my bruises, just to get a brand knew set at school, my life is not easy.

Everyone wants to tell me this stupid goddamn lie, a lie people tell because they feel sorry for me or they feel like it would help me in some shape or form, "Don't worry, it gets better, this is just a minor bump in the road". They don't seem to know my life, or my battles, because if they did they would know doesn't get "better" for me, it always gets worse.

Sometimes I lie in bed and wonder, why me? Why do I have to fight this insanity? I see all these other girls worrying about if they messed up their makeup or if the guy of their dreams are going to ask them out, while I'm worrying about if I'm going to eat tonight, or if my dad is going to decide to give me a black eye or not.

I try to hold on to reality, but it slips through my fingers like butter. One night I just couldn't take it anymore. I was done crying an ocean onto my bed and barely being able to move. I think to myself, it is going to get better after this, as I grabbed the rope by my bed side that has been so tempting and walked over to my ceiling fan.

I tied the rope around my neck and the fan, before I got on the bed. It all just happened so quick. One minute I felt like trapped in a small flooded box that I could never seem to get out off, then when I took that jump, that one critical jump, I fell into a world of bliss. No more suffering, no more fighting, I'm finally free. Maybe this was meant to be. Maybe I was God's first mistake.

This is not based off a true story and everything thing in this is 100% MADE UP! I am not going to lie and say I have never ben suicidal, but I never done any self harm because I know it would hurt my family more. God and pray has helped me through my bad times and depression, so I thank him. I also thank me family because they are always supportive of me no matter what. Again I'm sorry this is SO dark, but I just couldn't help but write about it. Hope you enjoyed it. BYE!