The arguments are all the same; “Someone will miss you.” “You’re important to someone.”
So what? Only the living feel remorse. I won’t care when I’m dead. And eventually all those people will be just as dead and it won’t matter anyways.
I can’t get anything right. I can’t provide for my family. Every attempt at bettering our life ends in crap.
I am sick of the rejection and the constant reminders of how inadequate I am.
I’m sick of being responsible for everyone around me. I can’t carry this burden any longer.
My family wants to leave and the life insurance will get them out of this hell hole. Death is the only reasonable solution.
So why does my freaking heart keep beating? Why must my lungs insist on working? Why does it take a suicide to end it all? There are enough deadly accidents in the world. Why can’t one befall me?
I wish I could just lay down and die.
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I know times are tough.. but if you really care for your family. you won’t do this. btw. insurance polocies won’t pay for suicide. sad but true
By law if two years have passed since you got the policy they have to pay out.