The last message. (notXLYpoem)

My name is LB, I'm the daughter, of my proud, full of love, but dead parents.
I have a elder brother, he is living with another family.. I met him after 10 years. Now I see him once a month.

I'm living with my best friend and his mother, he has always been there for me, even though I didn't want him to.
I've been put in different family's, and once had been drugged nearly everynight by my "father" you know what happend after that. Happy that ended..
I've struggled addiction, got abused and had thoughs of commiting suicide..this all happend in my 14 years of life. I will be 15 in November.
I've had great friends, one off them past out.. on her 15th.. She jumped..

I looked in my best friend/sisters eyes and saw her soul dying, her tears dropping on my face...
She tried to stop me from bleeding..
Smiled for the last time at her and said: Didi(Sister) don't cry.. I'll still live.. But didi(sister) I'm sorry..
She held me tight as my eyes slowy closed. And I held her as long as I could.. but, It was to late..
My Name is LB, I was found by my didi(sister) when I cut both my pulses. I died on 28th of May 2010.

She promised me that she'll keep me alive no matter what..
I Hope I'm Doing it right.

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