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Suicidal Trail


She was always the one being bullied.

Always the one who wanted to end her life

She knew she wasn't meant for the world and all its problems.

Everyday she would come home and look at the pill bottles beside her bed. 

She always wondered if it was a good idea to end it all.

She never had any friends, her parents wouldn't notice if she was gone

She felt as if no one loved her.

She always felt alone. No one to talk to.

One day, the pain was to much to bear.

She picked up the bottle of pills.

Finally, all the pain is gone. 

She can finally be at peace. 

 

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