Sat in a room so cold frost upon the glass, thinking of all the good times I've had, a thuohgt that could not last. My body was not caring and did not stand a chance the thirty pills I had took made my mind in a deadly trance. I knew my mother wouldn't care when she awoke and found me dead, a small hand written note I'd left with a rose upon my bed. My mind was blank my heart so loud I felt it through my chest, this was my very last moments here, my mind finally at rest. My father didn't care much of what I had to say, it seemed he sort of loved me less with each passing day. The tremble in my hands had stopped my heart beat like a rhyme my chest rose and then finally fell for the very last time.Tessa Carvill (aged 13) xoxox