The wall you built closes in all around you. Time to finally see what the world is without you. Your parents are out and your brother's asleep. You text all your friends and say goodbye to each. You think of all the pain you've been through. It's unfair to make them stay alive when you don't want to. Grab your bottles, your knives, your rope and lock your door. Pick one of these ways and make your life no more.

A cry for attention.
You don't want it.
You want their help.
But no one helps.
They will never care.
Because you are weak.
They can't fix you.
Too many shattered pieces.
An old broken reflection.
Not feeling yourself anymore.
And how could you?
Pieces are still missing

Your parents don't get why you blare the music so loud. They don't understand that you're trying to block out their sounds. Their useless words from their mouths won't help them now. Let's walk through the day in your shoes. Wake up and wish you didn't. You look around and feel the skin you barely fit in. Your step-mother calls you down but you already know what you're getting. She'll talk to you like you were less then throw a fit when you tell her you're not listening. But why should you when it's not even her house you live in. Now you're in the bus waiting for your hell to get in. It's hard to survive the ride. You barely get by, when you get to your school and waste another six hours of life. In class and all you can think is "stop the tapping!" or these ******* lights shine to **** bright. Detention after school, but you don't care tonight. These bus ride parasites don't care and are only seeing through their blind *** eyes. They can't even read your heart with their ******* crippled eyesight. You get home and all you can hear is the sound of your parents fight. Not again when mom's wrong and dad's right. Seems backwards until mom leaves again that night. You go upstairs with the same frown you wore all day, with only one thought in your head. "How selfish of me, to want to be dead." Because you are sick of these constant repeats and the daily life circle. You just want to escape the cage of it all, but if you can't then you will continue to hurt 'till.....

Enough about me. I'm through talking. It's like the race for my life and I'm ******* walking. I'm out of breath from these constant tirades. My brain is shattered into 3 pieces. And each is more different as my stability decreases. As my anger increases.

You don't see what I do. You're blind as a bat; You see what you want to. I know what I am inside, but you made me this way. You hit me and the cracks grew. You kissed him and broke us both in too. Go ahead and look what you turned me into. Watch me transition from anger to...

Don't worry. You've seen my stability and you've seen me angry. But honey, please look into your heart and maybe you'll see that I deserved this pain, see? Now we can both agree that you'll never come back to me. But hey a boy can dream. Well, I could dream if I went to sleep. But I wake up and I scream, like I wish I would when you slept next to me.

No more sunshine, no more light. Where have the stars gone that shown so bright. A moon lit path deep into the night. It shows your black soul, torn from plight. A twilight so dim that only sorrow remains. Let go of the cloth that you've blood stained. Because as you lie awake, in the bed that you made. You can't help but think, you've gone insane. You've lost it, and you just start to cry. Your eyes won't shut, and a piece of you dies. You try to cut it out, but that's a dull knife. You try and try, and try as you might, nothing will stop the pain of tonight.

A pretty little girl; the age of sixteen, she never knew how the world could be so mean, and I mean that everyday she was bullied by the same three. She wrote it in a book that no one could read. And she left it on her desk with a note that says, “Who would need me?” Hey pretty girl, why are your eyes so red? Didn’t you know it’s not healthy to never go to bed. Now you see your these people that you like to call friends and yet again they let you down. Today makes ten. And tonight you will try to end, your beautiful life again. You chug down some pills and maybe cut your wrist, the only thing that could save you is a kiss upon your lips. A voice to say that it’s okay and maybe today tell you that everyday isn’t the same as yesterday and life goes on even after the pain. She just wanted that voice of reassurance. Another person to tell her, “You’ll endure this.” They say to take one, but you fill your whole fist. And when that doesn’t work, you take the bullies hint. You grab your gun and scream out, “Look at this!" Your blood spatters the wall, and your family comes to gather. You were the center of it all, now all they had to do was read the letter. Your book, the story of your life. You cast your shadow and it was about to shed some light. A remembrance of all the pain that you had ever felt. “Welcome to my mind. Welcome to my hell."