Gone Forever
She goes to her room and locks the door.
Mad at the world.
Hating her life.
Thinking her life is over.
Wishing she wasn't alive.
She walks over to her dresser and opens the top drawer and takes out a razor
and looks at it contemplating on if she should kill herself.
She sits down on her bed crying and puts the razor to her wrist.
She cuts very deep in to her wrist.
Blood starts pouring out of the deep gash.
She sit on her bed crying while she slips into unconsciousness.
Why did she do it?
She had a family that loved her.
A boyfriend that adored her.
Friends that cared about her.
Her parents found her lying on her blood soaked bed.
They found her too late.
The girl took her life and no one knew why accept for the man that had raped her.
She had told no one of what had happend.
She let it boil inside till she could no longer take it.
She took her life so she would no longer have to put up with the pain and
suffering.
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