Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but I promise you within the next few months, I will be dead.
I’m going to kill myself, and nobody can stop me. I’m sorry…
There’s nobody here to help me,
Everybody tells me to go die anyway.
I need to die.
I’m going to die.
I guess I just wanted to say this because in a sense, I’m searching for help, for other ways out, but I feel its too late; my mind can’t be changed.
I’m scared, and I’m alone, but that doesn’t matter anymore because I’ll be dead pretty soon.