It's 11:08pm I'm sitting on the cold, wet floor of my shower. As each individual drop of water hits my face a new thought enters my mind. It's now 11:34pm and I'm still sitting on the cold, wet floor of my shower. Except now, the only drops of water hitting my face are coming from my eyes. There's now millions of thoughts rushing around in my head. It's now 12:02am and I'm finally in bed. All of my thoughts are gone and now I'm left with an empty mind. With no thoughts left, I think about how my day went, and the day before that, and the day before that. I start thinking about it to much and before I know it I'm curled up in a ball, crying once more. There's a faint voice in the back of my head saying that each day will only get worse and there's no reason to keep going. It's now 12:57am and that same faint voice tells me to just end it all, to go to my bathroom and get all the pills I can find and just make my life a memory for those who knew me. It's now 1:23am and there's a new voice, an even fainter voice, telling me that each day will get better and that right now is the last time I'll ever feel like this again. It's now 1:39am and the other voice won. I'm now lying on the floor of my bathroom, unconscious. It's now 6:30am. My mom opens the door to my room to wake me up for school. I'm not there so looks for me in my bathroom. My mom finds me on the floor where I've lied in peace for the first time in years since 1:39am. I've become pale and my body is cold. She puts me in her lap, hugging me and crying, begging for me to wake up. I never did, and I never will. The other voice finally won.