Hi my name is Sariah. I am 16 and I am actually kind of happy again. I hope this feeling stays.
Friends.
They come and go as they please.
You can’t get your hopes up really and just expect them to stay.
Because they won’t.
They all leave at one time or another.
Everyone will eventually get fed up with me and then I will be alone.
I don’t ever understand what I have done wrong, but they just don’t want to be around me anymore.
Friends. You really shouldn’t expect them to stay.
Have you ever thought?
How everything would be so much easier if…
You cut vertical instead of horizontal.
Took enough pills to never wake up again.
Put one bullet to the head.
Tied something around you neck and then hung in the air.
You were dead.
Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. I keep saying it, but my stomach is saying otherwise. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat. Don’t eat.
Cut me.
I stare at the blade repeating in my head no no no.
I’m nearly on the verge of tears.
The blade stares back at me screaming let me make you bleed.
I continue saying no.
As I realize the blade has taken control.
The one thing I thought I could control has now turned on me.
So here I go cutting my skin open again.
