I put my blade to the side as I saw the red blood drip from my arm. I sucked in my breath, feeling the sting. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, my back hit the wall as I slid down and sobbed into my arms. When will it stop? All the teasing in school? All the late night arguments of my parents? All the beatings of my father? When? There is no reason to live anymore. I'm a helpless fool, with no life, only pain. I can't deal with this pain anymore, I have had enough of my so called life. All it does is keep me miserable and lonely. People say life is joy, but mine says otherwise. They are just ignorant people, not everyone has a perfect life like them. If they were in my shoes they would have a glance of how life isn't all joy. Nothing will save me from this shitty life, nothing and no one. There is no reason for me to keep on living. What's the point? To just suffer more? I am not a masochist, I don't enjoy the beatings life throws at me. It's better if I just take away my life. My parents wouldn't know, they wouldn't hear anything due to their yelling and being ignorant. That's my final decision.
I'm taking my life away.
And no one will stop me.
Hi! So this is my first story putting up here. I also have it on wattpad, but I also wanted to write here. I hope you guys enjoy, and sorry if you don't. :( Thank you in advance if you will read it!