ChOiCeS

i had been watching her suffer. i have been watching her slowly deteriorate in front of my eyes. i wanted to help. i wanted her to be happy for once. i talked to her. i sang to her. i laughed with her. i cried with her. i tutored her. i hugged her. i listened to her. i did everything i could possibly do to help her live her life.

i sit here now, on the ledge of a cliff overseeing the ocean. i brought the knife my mom kept hidden from my dad. i wanted to help her. but now she is gone. she took her life. she took her life because no one could help her. ever since he death, five years ago, i have been empty. i have been broken and shattered. i barely made it this far. i have been hospitalized about a dozen times since she left. my arms and neck are covered in scars. so i sit, contemplating whether or not to end my own life...