Tears, fall from my eyes. Sweat drips from my brow. As my blood, pours from my wrists.

I've never gone this far. I've ever cut this deep. It was different then the other times.

This time I had a goal. I wanted to die.

I sat in my bathtub, blood stained water flowing around me. I had researched this thousands of times. The water should be helping. It should be killing me quickly. The only thing that could prevent me from dying right now would be getting caught. I guess I'm lucky that parents are workaholic's. Right now they probably think I'm sitting in my room studying for that math quiz I am supposed to be taking tomorrow. That's just one of the many things they assume about me. They always tell me how to dress,

how to speak, what to like and who my friends are. I have to live my life pretending to be something I'm not. I'm their puppet, but not for much longer.

To everyone else I have this perfect dream life. Captain of the cheer-leading squad,

V.I.P member at our local country club, Prom Queen two years in a row. I didn't want any of it.

I never asked for this. Most people will probably be wondering, why the hell a girl like me would want to kill herself? Well that because in their eyes I had a good life, but in my eyes my life was a pink, proper hell!

I envy all those people who can show what there like on the out side. There's this one girl who is always sitting in front of school, she has her hair chopped short and its a different colour almost everyday she wears what ever they hell she feels like. When I walk past her every morning I hear her heavy metal music sneaking out of earphones taunting me. I would do anything to be like her.

I wish my parents would let me be me instead of forcing me to "go above and beyond" as my Father would say. Nothing seems real in my life I do everything is because I have to not because I want to.

I don't have any real friends they all like me because of how much money my family has, their all fake.

Then again who am I to judge them I go around living a lie too.

The room started spinning. My mind was going blank.

I was starting to slip away. I smiled faintly. I was succeeding.