one day someone called me a monster, on the day before I died…
 I won’t say she was right but it wasn’t all that wrong. After years of hearing truths that I wish were lies my tears finally dried up and accidentally disappeared.
It was fall when I realized I was truly alone. Tried calling for help but she just said my ideas were dumm and what I was feeling wasn’t real and so I cried once more on the day before I died…
I tried to explain the cuts and burns on my wrists but she just got mad and said I shouldn’t try to make her cry.
She called me a monster once more, it wasn’t at all her fault, I’m the one to blame for not controlling my feelings or at least that’s what she told me.
 I saw her on the bathroom floor, with cuts on her wrists and blood on her hands on the night before I died.
I hugged her once more and said : “mom it’s all my fault”. Only shedding one tear I died and gently disappeared.
Promised myself somethings on the day I died. Never cry again, never feel again and never hurt again.