I sit here with a knife in my hand.
Ready to die. Ready to meet my maker.
I send out one last text. "Goodbye forever".

They reply, "Stop messing with me I am sick of it."
That was the last straw.
I was not worth it.



He took the knife and plunged it into his beating heart.
He twisted it.
Screamed out in agony.
Collapsing to the floor.
Tears dry on his face as he watches his life flash before his eyes.

He said his last words to them.
He left his family.
He left his friends.
He gave up his future.



18 years old, Transgender, Fencer, Artist, Writer, volunteer, babysitter, friend, Son, peace maker, lover, and singer.



Depression, Social Anxiety Disorder, Bi-polar Depression, PTSD, and Bi-polar.

He suffered alone.
He no longer could suffer through hell.
Knowing they didn't care.