Dear Death,
I know people will say I’m still young; That I’ve my whole life ahead of me, but I think I’m ready for you. Please come for me. My life aint as glamorous as people believe it is, they don’t know much about me. I’ve been drowning for so long in my own emotions that its a wonder you haven’t taken me already. I thought by now I would have already been dead from all that suffocation. Please death, these voices in my head are really torturing me. I can’t deal with this torment any longer. They are really hideous I swear. They make me do awful things. Sometimes, I cut just to feel pain so that it can drown their voices. That’s the only way to shut them up, I swear! Mom and dad took me to a shrink; they think something is wrong with me. I think they are right, but what they don’t realize is, I’m damaged beyond repair. They love me, I know they do. That’s why every time I stare at them sleeping at night, knife in hand I can’t do what the voices tell me. As much as they torment me, I can’t **** them. I love them. The voices tell me to hurt a lot of people, but I’m not that kind of person, I couldn’t hurt a fly. But the voices hurt me if I don’t do what they say. The cutting doesn’t work anymore, I can’t drown them anymore. Yesterday I blacked out. Mom found tommy, our cat skinned in the back door. I guess that explain the blood on my shirt. I burnt the shirt so that mom won’t know, but I think the voices are taking control of me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t explain what I do when I black out. The doctors didn’t help, they only made things worse. So now I turn to you. Please Help Me!!! I’ll do all the work, just a bullet in my mouth, that should do the trick…