My Suicide Poem by Ashley Kolakowski

Knowing my plan,
I check on my family,
They are sound asleep.
I whisper 'I am sorry' to all of them,
I go back in my room and lock the door.
So sick of being bullied and abused.
So sick of being sad.
Done with cutting.
Im just going to end it all.
Looking out the window at the snow falling,
I slice my wrist and arms.
As I fall to the ground,
I know I made the best choice.
My last thoughts before I passed out.

12/10/12