Have a suicide plan; Planned out all in my mind. Tell my parents I shall not make it home. Leave me alone It’s too late to help me now. Had enough of life; Time to end it all. 3:00 in the afternoon; the bus ride home my final hour. I take the jagged bottle glass Out of my pocket. It is clear, And shimmering in the sunlight. It is jagged on its edges Yet beautiful and cool to the touch; The last thing I shall remember in this life. I slice my wrist to the other the same. My life’s blood fades away. I did not cut deep enough. I…