It Came For Me.
When I opened my eyes I just realized, as I always do, that I'm alive. Again, I failed. Suicide is not working on me. Is the third time I try this. Its starting to be pathetic. I feel bad and a bit guilty. Suicide is a little selfish. Is an act where you show the whole world you don't care about the people who "care" about you. Everyone says things like "You'll be just fine sweetheart" or "We care about you, don't do this again, Okay?" I don't believe them. Liars. They're just a bunch of liars. The firs time I just cutted. It was stupid, everyone knows it doesn't works, but I had to try. The second I jumped out of a window, that was specially stupid. I knew it wouldn't work if you live in a second floor in a building with four floors. And now? Now I tried to drown myself. It worked, until my cousin arrive at the pool and take me out of there. My next bet is overdoses. I'm lying in a hospital bed. It's night, and then It came for me. It's not a friendly woman like in "American Horror Story", it's not a man in black. It hadn't a light. I just feel the air going out of my lungs. My mother is by my side. I hold my last breath for my last word "Goodbye" I say.
