Maybe It’s The End..

My Name Is Cassandra And I’m 15 Years Old. I Sit Alone On My Bed, Looking At My Ceiling Everyday. Thinking To Myself That I’m Worthless And This Could, It Should Be The End For Me. I’m Picked On In High School And Usually I Just Can’t Take It Anymore. I Grab Blades, Knives, Whatever Is Sharp And Start To Cut My Wrists. Watching The Little Blood Coming From My Wrists. Being To Afraid To Go Deeper, To End My Life. I Think About Suicide All The Time. Maybe This Is It, Was What I Was Thinking. Maybe I Should Just End It Here! On One Side I Want To Kill Myself So Fucking Bad. I Mean, WHAT AM I WAITING FOR? Do I Really Know Things Are Gonna Get Better? No, I Honestly Don’t. people Keep Telling Me This But They’re Just A Hand Full Of Lies Coming At Me One At A Time. This Is The End. Maybe The People That Have Been Hurting Me, Get To Hurt The Way I Hurt Now. Maybe I Should Just Go To My School And Shoot Myself In font Of My Haters. Maybe I Should Just End It All. Just Maybe..