She killed herself asking, "Is this what the end looks like? Sleeping and dreaming, your heart dissipates; losing your breath and consciousness again, watching people cry, pacing the room."

"Can't think of what to do, wishing you knew, drowned and dreamt this moment, been planning since October, hidden pleasure, hidden satisfaction; this I so overdue, I can't deal with them not wanting me, existed, hidden away in isolation, numbness being swept beneath to bury yourself in emptiness as you throw your emotions in the trash, being me is what started everything, pulled you left and right, told you that you're the center of your problems. Am I at fault for everything in life I bear the responsibility of others?"

"Within the confines of my mind, I slowly go insane, not letting people see how badly I'm sick, I am losing all control over myself, people look and watch, thinking you're ok, seeing through you because you have nothing to offer them just to hang you dry when you're not needed; thinking everything you touch is either broken or damaged, preaching beware."

"Of her touch and when they need something from you, they get frustrated and mad, they can't get anything out of you, it's like nobody even cares to think about you consider you, it feels like you're just an object to them something to use and throw away; as they go about their lives leaving you all alone, it must feel like you don't matter to them at all. It's as if you're a means to an end for them, it's as if they don't view you as a person at all."

"I try so hard to make them care about me but they never do feels like all of my efforts are wasted, seeking attention as a form of comfort like telling myself, they will care eventually; as it can be...