The Truth Behind Us

"Heaven, i need your help. I want to tell mom." i say while im shaking to death.  
 
"Tell her what?!" Says my sister angry and annoyed.  
 
"I want to tell her i think that i have depression." i say as i show her my arms.  
 
"Your crazy. If you show mom she will beat the shit out of you." Heaven screams.  
 
I run to my room and slam the door. just when i can open the door it slams right back in my face. i'm stuck. Back where i was. back at the bottom. i have no place to go. no place to hide. so i think, i think of ways to die.  
If i die i have somewhere to go. something to do.. hey at least i finally can get out of this hell home. I must slit my wrist one last time before i go though..  
 
Slash Slash...  
 
Slash Slash...  
 
Slash Slash...  
 
the pain is still here.. shall i say goodbye.. yes i shall say goodbye. goodbye world, goodbye family, goodbye friends.  
 
Hello god. Will you save me? I don't think so. Who would want to save a girl who is going to kill herself? Will i got hell? Well, i don't care. Nothing can be worse then this life
 -Jump-  
I feel the wind, i hear the birds. i hear singing. You may be joyful, but i wonder if you will still be happy now that im gone? Even if you arn't happy i am