May 11th, the day I lost someone very dear to me. 8 years ago. That’s the day I will say goodbye. That’s the day that nothing will matter. If I’m lucky, I’ll die and I’ll finally get a break from this mean cycle. The day before my first exam. Finally a way to escape. I just need to figure out how to do it. I could poison myself, slash my wrists, hang myself, but I’ve always been more open to jumping. It would be like facing my fear of heights with my last breath. I could jump off the bridge, my school, or even in front of a bus. Getting high up enough without the suspicion of others could potentially be an issue with the two former.. Either way, that day seems like a good day.
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To begin with, I’m very sorry for your loss and I know that it must still hurt a lot
But are you sure you want to go through with this?
Even though it’s covered with dark clouds, you can still see the sky
You can still see the trees, feel the wind on your face
Do you think they’d be happy with your decision?
Don’t just count everything you’ve lost, what’s gone is gone
But ask yourself this, what remains?
I won’t be physically able to do it anyways… Sprained my knee in gym class last week… I’ll try to stick it out as much as I just want to die and get it over with.