Kick the Stool Away

? we cut to know we're alive. we strive to survive. there's no way out of this hell. you're always kept in a cell. no matter how hard it was, you always smiled just because. teachers would always ask, why you were never on task. but the truth was, your mind was full of fuzz. you kept wondering why things were always hard, but all you could think of was to grab a shard. of glass was all you needed, you were hardly ever feeded. you contemplated death every night, hoping one day to be out of sight. this is all you ever thought, ever since you took your first shot. the man that took advantage of you, didn't care what you would go through. so you hid in the dark, you thought it was smart. your feelings soon began to fade, and came the time you needed a band-aid. the cuts got bigger and bigger, as the voices got louder and louder. the thoughts in your head, were sure to leave when dead. so you went for the rope. the only way to cope, was through death. and before you took your final breath, you had left a note, stating you would soon float. you wrote the word goodbye in your blood, the thoughts in your head began to flood. all that was left to do, was kick the stool out from under you. and within a few seconds, you became a memory. ?