A note sits on the desk, from a girl that's been through to much. The scars on her wrist left so she figured that was enough. When scars fade it made her feel lonely. She cuts her wrists and watches them bleed, but she still wakes up in the morning. She had enough she was so fed up, and nobody could see, she was truley unhappy. Hear her crys, watch her bleed, let her know shes nothing. She popped some pills and laid down in bed, the next morning she was dead.