I am 15 years old. I have a mother, a father, and a little sister named Penelope. I have two bedrooms, and two homes to live in, because mom and dad are divorced. I am beautiful and popular despite my style and my natural tendency to be annoying. On facebook, I have over 1,000 friends, including my entire family. I have a 4.0 in school, and a scholarship to Harvard. I am perfection on the outside.
My name is Ella. I am 16 years old. I am insane and suicidal. There are four of me, four people in my head, four trains of thought and four suicides to plan. At my dad's house I am abused, he throws things at me, and beats me with glass bottles half full of beer mixed with rum. At my mom's, I am told I am not good enough, even though I try my best. I have no self esteem, and all my friends lie to me. I wish there was someone there. I am perfection on the outside, and broken on the inside.
My name is Ella. I am 17 years old. I almost went to a mental hospital. My family still doesn't care. My birthday was yesterday, and they forgot. I am alone, not even my friends know. They are all fake anyway. I started writing poetry today. It's full of blood and knives. I am still perfection on the outside. Broken on the inside. Ripped apart a little further down.
My name is Ella. I turned 18 today. I met a boy, and he helps. He makes it seem.. Not so bad. I love him. I hope he loves me back. Perfection on the outside, healing on the inside, still bleeding a little further down, and full of love on another level.
My name is Ella. I am 25. He hurt me. He lied, and cheated, and stole my heart. He ripped me up into a million pieces and then set me on fire. I hope he's happy now. Perfect on the outside, broken on the inside, insane a little further down, and still in love with him.
My name is Ella. This is my suicide note. I'm done, and now, I'm broken on the outside.
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ReplyDeleteThis literally gave me chills. I'm not sure if it's because I can relate up until the very end but this piece is incredibly powerful. You also pulled of repetition very well and it flows nicely. The way you ended it kept me thinking for a long time. I've read this more than once and every time I do I always read the last line over and over and over again. It's one of the best tragically satisfying endings to anything I've ever read. This seems irrelevant but something about the font you chose just made it so much stronger, almost as if this was actually a hand written suicide note.
ReplyDeleteThere, I finally commented =)