I want to escape. To a new life.

I'm lost. I want to escape the situation, but I have nowhere to go.

I haven't been to class for days. They put my chair away. I didn't go today either, as if nobody had noticed.

I can't tell my parents how sad I am anymore. They work hard for a living.

I can't tell anyone that I want to kill myself, or that I often hurt myself.

I love watching my blood flow down, I'm sick.

I know it's not right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I don't want to die.

My brain is pushing me towards death.

Maybe I'll never get better.