“I hate my existence.”
“I’m sick of this life.”
“Why would I even care about going to hell if I’m already suffering one?”
“Death! Come at me!”
“I am the captain of my soul! I surrender!”
“No one cares! No one cares about me! No one ca–”
You fall on your knees. Tears are starting to fall down your cheeks. You punch the floor. Your hands are also starting to hurt. Your knuckles are bleeding, but you didn’t stop. You can feel the freezing texture of the ceramic floor through your exposed flesh. You started screaming and shouting in agony. While hitting the floor, you can feel the sting inside the wound of your bloody hands, but nothing can’t take away the real pain beneath you. You stop and freeze for a while.
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to do this, but it hurts.”
“I regret my decision.”
“I just wanted to live a normal life.”
“I don’t want to die young.”
“I want to feel the wisdom of age.”
“I want to live. I want to—”
You cough and choke. Your sight becomes blurry. Your other senses are already immobile as you collapse on the floor. You were shouting, but there was no use. You inhale your final breath, feel the final teardrop on your face, and close your eyes. Then you finally let go of the medicine bottle on your left hand. You can still hear the howling sound of the wind, but it slowly faded away as you lost consciousness.
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What method did you try to do?
Paracetamol and Benadryl Overdose
And What made you think you could overdose on those? You cant die by overdosing on random over the counter drugs.
You didn’t think it through didn’t you?
Who said I wanted to die? All I wanted is to be in a hospital bed or a psych ward.
Does that second batch of thoughts hold more sway now than the first, or are you back in that headspace that led up to the attempt? Did anything make you feel differently from that buildup, even if just a little?
I don’t want to die though. I just want to go to the hospital with a valid reason/ excuse.