She had game in basketball and boy did she hall. She didn’t want fame and was tired of being the same. Was a lover instead of a fighter but I wouldn’t get her riled up because she would get wild. She didn’t want a decent style but she sure did want her nails filed.

Everyone loved and wanted to be her except her. She cried to sleep everynight trying not to weep loud so no one would here her. Besides her family and friends didn’t think she was down and didn’t see anything wrong. But on that night she pulled out a bottle of pills because she was tired of feeling ill.

Following that night her mom and dad walked in to say goodnight since her light was on but little did they know they just found a suicide note that said, I hate my life, the way I am so mom, dad whoever reads this. It’s all I have to say but keep praying everyday but for now I’m going away in a deep sleep.