MusicMonster1999

 Silence. That's all you hear when you're dead. The breathtaking silence. Though you had no breath. The day I regret committing suicide,Is never. The thought of a world of no sounds or colors...or people,Seems impossible. There are "people" here. They are wandering spirits trying to find their purpose in the after-life. They don't realize there is none. The only purpose for the after-life is to trap the souls of miserable. There might be a God.Somewhere,Someplace. But not here. The only thing here is emotion. You feel the emotions of the wandering souls. Angry,Misery,Sadness,and,sometimes,for me,Relief. Relief of

 I felt the warm blood trickle down my arms from my wrists.Physical damage. I heard the screaming coming from the kitchen,Glasses breaking.Emotional damage. The tears down my face.Tears of hurt. Need.Need to end it all. I try to cope.I try to block it out. Insane.I'm going insane. Growing up in World War 3. No love.Never knowing what it's like to feel loved. I ran.They found me. I screamed.They told me to stop. No father.Just my mother's multiple boyfriends.They're all scumbags. Misunderstood. I need to end it. I put a rope around the base of the fan. Put the rope around my neck.A rose in my hand. Kicked the chai

 You think you can run. You think you can hide. But no matter what bad luck will find you. They will find you... The warm night air blew against my face as I ran. I needed to get away.I needed to hide. I wanted to be free of this cursed life. I didn't want to kill myself over it. I just needed to run. I was running. I ran to a house I knew. When inside,I soon knew I had fallen into a trap. The family member I loved,my own flesh and blood. Had called my warden.The person who had birthed me. She arrived. The person who called my warden had basically sent me into the fiery pits of hell. And three days later. I r