• sit alone on a hill top. The only thing I want to do is end the pain… I look up at the sky watching the sun set…the only thought I have is as the cold wind blowing the leaves up in to the air as the pail moonlight glows on my skin…I see my self with my friends then it turns into hell as the thoughts fade like a daydream in the light of the moon. The cold wind picks up and shifts the branches of the trees in the empty park. I sit in the cold waiting for death to come. I pull out some pills and take them with the little monster I have with me, I pull out a razor and cut the words “I am a failure” into my wrist…the world starts to spin as the last of my blood falls in to a puddle of water glowing in the moonlight. I lay on the ground watching the light fade in to blackness… I turn my head as the sun is coming up. Like the night is over so am I…the sun cast shadows over a grim sight, my cold dead body covered with blood. At the grave sight no one shows up because know one ever cared that I have died.