At school.

At school.

A Story by Astrid Alexander

I hate people
They tell me not to do what I wan when it comes to something dad like suicide and when it comes to something good like following my dreams. But what I my dreams are suicide. What if I have no hope for the future and want to sit depressed all day long. What I I want to cut vertically down my arms until I bleed out in the bathtub and I'm left for someone to find. Why is that so bad?
Why do I have to be the one to carry all this weight on my shoulders? Why can't I just fall? Fall forever with no one. People annoy me. Annoy me so much that I don't want I be around them. What am I gonna do when I move to Adelaide??? There are so many people there.

© 2013 Astrid Alexander


My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Their words do carry weight and I can't tell you it will get better, because that depends on you. I have been there. I have filled the tub half with water. I have put the knife to my wrist and pressed until it was just this side of cutting. I have been there more times then I can count, on that edge of life and death, but I always stopped and thought. I can't tell you what I thought but it gave me hope for a better day tomorrow. It gave me courage to stand up the next day and listen to the same things. It gave me myself to stand beside, myself to hold me up and provide a shoulder. Along the way there were hands that picked me up but without myself to give me courage I never would have made it. What ever thought it was (my mother finding me laying in a pool of blood) that gave me (my grandmother weeping and with drawling away from the world) courage and (my grandfather's anger to hide his sadness) hope but whatever it was (the things I would miss all those experiences) kept me going (and once the voices started to quiet and I could really live) through the worst of their torments. I survived it. I survived it and so can you. My inbox is always open and if you choose to talk to me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashton_Albright

11 Years Ago

Someone shared this poem with me, they said it fit with what I wrote in the review, I agreed after l.. read more
This comment has been deleted by the poster.
Taylor A

11 Years Ago

It speaks volumes to your character that what stopped you from suicide was the thought of those that.. read more



Reviews

Their words do carry weight and I can't tell you it will get better, because that depends on you. I have been there. I have filled the tub half with water. I have put the knife to my wrist and pressed until it was just this side of cutting. I have been there more times then I can count, on that edge of life and death, but I always stopped and thought. I can't tell you what I thought but it gave me hope for a better day tomorrow. It gave me courage to stand up the next day and listen to the same things. It gave me myself to stand beside, myself to hold me up and provide a shoulder. Along the way there were hands that picked me up but without myself to give me courage I never would have made it. What ever thought it was (my mother finding me laying in a pool of blood) that gave me (my grandmother weeping and with drawling away from the world) courage and (my grandfather's anger to hide his sadness) hope but whatever it was (the things I would miss all those experiences) kept me going (and once the voices started to quiet and I could really live) through the worst of their torments. I survived it. I survived it and so can you. My inbox is always open and if you choose to talk to me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashton_Albright

11 Years Ago

Someone shared this poem with me, they said it fit with what I wrote in the review, I agreed after l.. read more
This comment has been deleted by the poster.
Taylor A

11 Years Ago

It speaks volumes to your character that what stopped you from suicide was the thought of those that.. read more

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

226 Views
1 Review
Added on February 25, 2013
Last Updated on February 25, 2013
Tags: High school, dreams, depression, want, hate, people, moving

Author

Astrid Alexander
Astrid Alexander

Australia



About
I am a young aspiring writer. All I want is for someone to read what I have to offer. more..

Writing
Lying Lying

A Story by Astrid Alexander