Fan Fiction ❯ The Suicidal Teen ❯ The Suicidal Teen ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Suicidal TeenWhy do you look at me that way?What have done to you?You look at me, and I can see,I’m not really even there.
I can feel you staring,With hatred in your eyes.What did I ever do to you,Me that you despise.
I look in the mirror,And think of the things,That you have said to me.
You told me that there was no way,I was even there.You told me how I’d never be,Anybody’s friend.
When I got home,I thought about everything you said,I looked around, then sat down,And cried upon my bed.
When I was done I got up,And just wandered around,Thinking of something I could do,While I was down.
I walked into the kitchen,To get something to eat,When I saw the knife on the table,My heart began to beat.
I picked it up and stood there,Thinking painful things,All the while knowing what to do.
I pulled out a chair,And sat down to think.
I thought of my life,And of people that I know,I thought of how no one would ever care,If I died or if I lived.
And then I saw the people,Staring and laughing at me,I saw them in my head,Saying how I was a coward,How I couldn’t do anything.
As I sat there, coming out of my thoughts,The knife glittered in my hand evilly.It told me how it would bring me and end,An end to my world of suffering.
I took the knife and sat it down,Then looked down at my wrists,And thought that if I took my life,All of this could end.
As I cut the first line on my arm,I started to cry again.I could not stop cutting after I began.I just could not stop cutting,While the blood ran down my arm.
I could feel it hurting,But I blocked it from my mind.I saw my mortality come rushing out,In a bloody waterfall.
My life passed before my eyes,And I saw different things.I saw friends who loved me,People who tried to help me through my pain.
As I came out of my trance,I happened to look down.And saw that all my blood,Was covering the ground.
I looked at my arms,And started to scream,Of the injustice I had done.Then I called a friend I knew,Who I could depend on to believe.
To believe how I wanted to die,But not to die as well.I knew I had a friend out there,That would help me understand.
My friend would show me how,I had a full life to live,And how no life should be full of pain,And how she loved me to no end.
My friend showed me how,My life had a meaning,And how people were sometimes mean.But she also showed me that there are people who,Love me more than anyone can.
Though I tried to take my life that day,My friend loved me still.She will love me till eternity,Says my sister...my best friend.By: Diane Bihn
I can feel you staring,With hatred in your eyes.What did I ever do to you,Me that you despise.
I look in the mirror,And think of the things,That you have said to me.
You told me that there was no way,I was even there.You told me how I’d never be,Anybody’s friend.
When I got home,I thought about everything you said,I looked around, then sat down,And cried upon my bed.
When I was done I got up,And just wandered around,Thinking of something I could do,While I was down.
I walked into the kitchen,To get something to eat,When I saw the knife on the table,My heart began to beat.
I picked it up and stood there,Thinking painful things,All the while knowing what to do.
I pulled out a chair,And sat down to think.
I thought of my life,And of people that I know,I thought of how no one would ever care,If I died or if I lived.
And then I saw the people,Staring and laughing at me,I saw them in my head,Saying how I was a coward,How I couldn’t do anything.
As I sat there, coming out of my thoughts,The knife glittered in my hand evilly.It told me how it would bring me and end,An end to my world of suffering.
I took the knife and sat it down,Then looked down at my wrists,And thought that if I took my life,All of this could end.
As I cut the first line on my arm,I started to cry again.I could not stop cutting after I began.I just could not stop cutting,While the blood ran down my arm.
I could feel it hurting,But I blocked it from my mind.I saw my mortality come rushing out,In a bloody waterfall.
My life passed before my eyes,And I saw different things.I saw friends who loved me,People who tried to help me through my pain.
As I came out of my trance,I happened to look down.And saw that all my blood,Was covering the ground.
I looked at my arms,And started to scream,Of the injustice I had done.Then I called a friend I knew,Who I could depend on to believe.
To believe how I wanted to die,But not to die as well.I knew I had a friend out there,That would help me understand.
My friend would show me how,I had a full life to live,And how no life should be full of pain,And how she loved me to no end.
My friend showed me how,My life had a meaning,And how people were sometimes mean.But she also showed me that there are people who,Love me more than anyone can.
Though I tried to take my life that day,My friend loved me still.She will love me till eternity,Says my sister...my best friend.By: Diane Bihn