I can’t help it. So much pressure. It feels too much. I hear on the internet of people who commit suicide, leaving their family and friends behind., and I cant help but feel jealous. They took the chance they had, they had the guts to do it. And I wish I were them. To be the one laying in the coffin, buried under the ground. To have taken too many pills or drained all the blood from my body.
Throughout the day, I find different ways of how to kill myself, accidents or self-lead, and all bring a smile to my face. but I just cant […]