Well, my soul died three years ago. I moved to Georgia from my comfortable home in Florida. I lost my friends, lots of family, and my life. I was always the "smart kid" who people asked when they had a question at school. Then I moved. I realized that I'm not the smart one, that there's always someone smarter than me. My grades dropped from lifetime "A"s to "B"s. My self-esteem fell through the floor and kept going.
Then last year, I made friends with someone I will never forget. Then we got split up. We now attend different high schools and we barely keep in touch. Without her, I was lost. I started listening to metal music and began feeling feelings that I never thought only existed in the most hardcore emos.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago that something drastic happened. I couldn't take life anymore. I was sick of the emptiness within and the grey every day presents.
I put a gun to my head.
I closed my eyes…
And I cried.
I remembered my siblings, my parents, and my precious friend. My shining light. All flashing in my mind simultaneously. I texted her that night and told her what happened. She has helped me since, but not enough. Yesterday I cut an "N" into my arm, and planned to scrawl "No help" into my skin.
I'm on the edge again. God save me.