I wake up every morning wishing that I hadn't and its a battle to get up and ready for school. When I manage to go in I act happy and cheerful and no one seems to see through my disguise. That's why it's so hard for me to find any reason to stay alive, I know no one would care or notice if I disappeared tonight or tomorrow, no one would miss me.
   School is hell to me. It used to be my only escape but now it's where the people speak and whisper their lies and rumours. It's where they bad mouth self-harmers and suicidal people, it's where they don't care who they hurt as long as they stay cool.
   Coming home after school is a nightmare, I know it's where my mum's disappointed face awaits me to question me about my day. I know it's where one of my little sister rubs it in my face that she is better than me, and finally it's where my youngest sister is so sensitive and naive that the cuts on my wrists are mysterious to her. All I do is fail, disappoint and let people down.
   Evening comes and my thoughts are even wilder then they are through the day; this is the only time I eat a meal and I fell backing  about that. Evenings are were I get worse, where I feel myself slipping under. The evenings are the Times when I long to **** myself. I hate life and when I finally fall asleep I wish I never wake again.
   One day my story will change; I would have no morning and I would  have no night, I would have a coffin and a whole in the ground. I would be happily dead hopefully sometime soon.