My first attempt.

So there I was. Laying in the cold water in the tub holding my arm. So many cuts, but none of course would have do exactly what I wanted. Yes, I’m talking about me dying. My thoughts on just laying there bleeding out came across my mind a lot. It wasn’t how I wanted it. I wanted to go fast and simple. Never knew how I would do it exactly. As more and more tears ran down my face the sickening feeling I kept getting in my stomach. So I attempted to drown myself, yes it sounds silly. I laid under the water still surprisingly crying and then I could feel it. My heart, I could hear it beating faster and faster. When I ran out of breath, I didn’t come up for air of course and then I took a big breath in and took in a bunch of water. Then finely, there it was. It got dark, I felt cold and I just continued to lay there. I don’t know how long I was I suppose “past out” my mom told be what had happened, she ran in and screamed and picked me up out of the water and rapped a towel around me and called 911. That was it, my attempt at suicide. Of course it wasn’t my last.