The Note
all this pain is getting to be too much.
i take a blade and slit my wrists, hoping the blood that pours out will relieve me for at least a little while.
i take my blade and hold it to my throat,
take a deep breath, and glance one more time at my note.
the note to my parents, saying not to feel bad,
saying "it's not your fault, i love you mom and dad."
when in reality they are a big part to this major decision.
but i would never tell them that, because i love them too much.
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