The Lines till the end.

Many thoughts in my mind
Like a blurry memory
A quick pain hits and I become aware
Cuts all over my arms reminding me of all of my mistakes

It's overwhelming
My heart races
From what I’ve done to myself
I feel




My wrists bled crimson red
It stains the sheets on my bed
As I drift off
I hope to sleep and never wake up
To finally leave a world where every

Mistake makes me feel like a failure
I can’t help but feel like a failure to
The ones I care about the most

As if I'm being a burden to them when I vent my insecurities
Yet again the people I care about the most don’t

Care about me

It doesn't bother me in the slightest
In all honesty, why do waste your time on me
A person who keeps making


After Mistake
Maybe just to see what wrong thing I do next

My heart races at the realization
That everyone I care about hates me or
They just don’t care

It’s all blurry again

I can’t breathe

I lose it

The pain is too familiar
I feel



As if in a waste of spice

I hate this

        I hate myself

                    I hate everything about me

So I have decided I’ll leave tonight
I’ll leave a place where people don’t care whether I'm alive or dead
I’ll go so I won't drag people with me

I’ll go so people will stop acting as if they care
One step toward a rope
One step
One kick
I’ll go…

--Isabela C., 9th-12th Grade.

Library note: 
If you or someone you know has thoughts of suicide please seek help:  please call the CA Youth Crisis Line at 1-800-843-5200, 24/7 or call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.