When I go outside and looks
at the car and sky. When I stare at the blue
sky I just wonder what it looks like there. I try my best not to
die or **** myself but it's difficult. I just sit and look and just try to have my
eyes on the prize. I say to myself, "Why am I here? Does anyone care?
What if I'm just invisible to the world?" I just give up now.
I guess I'm just sick of it now.
I quietly walk upstairs and go to my bathroom and lock the door.
Grab the Antidepressants and get my nice and cold glass of water.
   I grab a handful and just start doing what's right.
I guess this is the end.
I will see you all in the special place in my hear--
(The End)