Just an average girl. Always wore a smile. She was cheerful and happy for a short while. Now she's older things are getting colder life's not what she thought she wished someone had told her. She told you she was down, you let it slip by so from then on she kept it on the inside. She tried to stop herself from crying almost every night but she knew there was no chance of feeling alright. Summer came by all she wore was long sleeves cuz the cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see. She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it, didn't think she'd fit in everyone seemed to miss it. She carried on like a soldier with a battle womb, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed. She had no friends at school all alone she sat and if someone seemed to notice she would blame the cat. But those cut's on her wrist they were no mistake and no one seemed to care enough to save her from her self hate. Things were going down never really up and her she is now stuck in this stupid rut. She knew exactly what she had to do next stand on the chair and tie the rope around her neck. She wrote a letter with her hand shacking wild, "look at me now are you proud of your precious child". She stood up on the chair and looked down at the moon, just dont think it'll all be over soon. The chair fell over and she took her final breathe its all over all gone now she's greeting death. Her mom walked in and she feel down to the floor and nothing can take back what she just saw, the little girl that she raised just hanging there, her body pale and her face so violently bare. She saw the note and unfolded it with care and all she could do is stare "how can this be fair?" She started reading as the tears role down her face "I'm sorry mom but this world is just not my place. I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in, but came to realize this world is full of sin. Theres nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space so why should I stay here with this awful race. Its a disgrace that I was misplaced, born in the wrong time and in the wrong place. Its okay you know, cuz you'll see me soon, you know when your time has come just look up at the moon. As it shine bright throughout the night, remember everyone's facing there own fight. But I can't deal with the pain I'm not a fighter, you'll make it through the night just hug your pillow tighter. That's what they used to tell me all those kids at school, so I'm going by the law "majority rules". My presence on this earth is not needed any longer, and if anything I hope this makes you stronger. Your the best friend that I've ever had and its such a shame I had to make you so very sad. Just know that you mean everything to me and to my heart your the only one that held the key. It's time to go I'm running out of space to write and yes I lost my fight but please just hold on tight. I'm watching over you from the clouds above and sending down the purest and whitest dove. To watch over you and be my helpful eye, so this is it world. Goodbye!