I owe you my life — Now please take it

Why did you bring me back? I had finally succeeded. I was dead, but you brought me back!

Society forces me to thank you, but I hate you inside. To them you’re a hero, but to me you’re the one who brought me back to a life of pain and missery.
You should have known that this place is not for me! With every breath and every compression on my chest you should have noticed the scars on my wrist screaming at your to stop…stop trying to bring me back!
You heard my cries once I was back…you heard me cry out “WHY….why would you do this to me? I was gone, I embraced death, but you ripped me from her arms” you ignored my cries and chose to bask in the glory of your ‘heroic’ act.
I sat for days and cried in the dark as hatred grew within me. Hatred towards you and towards the so called “man upstairs”.

People don’t realise how hard it is to go through with it and welcome death with a smile. They say its the easy way out, but they don’t realise the courage it takes, the will power it takes and the ability to to block out the pain. No..they are all blineded by false hope and their ignorant tendancies.

I will soon gain the courage to do what I did before and this time I beg you…take your heroic act somewhere else as in my eyes your the villan as you have thrown me back into that dark hole of lonliness and pain.