sometimes when im mad or sad i come to my room and lay down in my bed i close my eyes and instantly my mind flashes to images of me taking myself out of this misery i call my life. theres cutting, bleeding, crying. a quick resort out the easy way out of everything. all my problems, fears all would be solved in seconds. no more fighting with friends or my parents no more trying so hard for nothing in return no more anything. there would be no having to face the cold world where everythings a fight or a struggle its the losers way out of everything. simply not trying just killing yourself. these scary images which flood my head as my eyes close become all too real each time i get angry, upset and want to cry. home is no warmer at times than the outside world im referred to as “my annoying bratty little sister” the “little witch (occasionally replaced with bitch” the brat that wants it all her way or im told i abuse my dog bc i love it too much. no wheres safe everywheres another nightmare but im not a loser or a quitter and i never take the easy way out so heres to another 75-85 years of fighting.