{ Why, why does everyone looks at me as if I am an abnormal existence. }

People tend to make themselves turn out to be SPECIAL, they think that they are special, have greater meaning behind their life, they are born to do something BIG, something that no other can do.

I am special. But, This is not something I wanted, This is not what I wanted to be.

" I am a single step away to end it all. "

These bruises on my face, they tell a story, a story about my life, a life of an abnormal child, a life of an abnormal son, Life of a High School Student.

" Please, end it all "

Do I have the strength to take that one step, to end it all? that was the not question I had in my mind. The question was, Will this step really end it all?

" I beg of you." -

{ Jump }

Please, don't make me suffer anymore.

{ Hit The Ground }

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Death, Why don't you love me like you do everyone else?