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."