This right here is my letter goodbye one I should of wrote long ago.  Didn’t you see this coming?  I know I gave plenty of warning signs.  But I guess no one cared enough to help me.  People who knew about my cuts, never tried to stop me.  And now look what it’s done, I’ve gone to deep.  But don’t worry yourself any, you never have before.  I tried not to make a mess, that way you wouldn’t have to take to much time out of your busy schedule.  If I happened to get blood on your shirt, I’m sorry I really am.  I left some money, you can buy a new one.  Mommy this wasn’t just your fault, daddy helped too.  And all the people at school.  And even though I love her, yes even my bestest friends helped push me to this limit.  I’m sorry I had to do it this way.  I know I used your best kitchen knife mom.  But this really was an emergency.  Please no fancy funeral.  I’ll save you the time and money.  Just throw me in a box and put me in the ground.  It’s not like you care anyway.  Could someone please tell Quinnten I’m sorry, I wish I could be there to help him.  I never could though.  I’m sorry I’m tired of writing, I’m growing weak…so this is the end of my goodbye letter.