Three days ago Imogen celebrated her fourteenth birthday. Today will be her deathday. A death caused by her own hands. She's attempted suicide twice before and hopes the third time will be the charm. She
is on her bed writing her suicide note.
Why would someone so young, blessed with an extraordinarily creative mind , a compassionate
loving heart and has a father that loves her more than life itself…
As I sat outside my house on the balcony staring into the dark abyss of the sky, the moon lit up the night sky, with the help of the stars of the universe, I felt a single tear gently slide down face until it met the top of my lip, again followed by more... Yes I was finally crying for what once was my life... I was planning for a change.. But only for myself... Not for everyone else... I took in a deep breath the…Continue
Today should be just another day with more death, and it would be had I not encountered the first human I've come across in months. Her name is Sarah,…Continue