When I tried to kill myself, I took pills. I took 60 some Tylenol. I ended up in the psych ward of St. Luke’s Hospital, feeling like such and idiot. I consider killing myself almost daily. I try to tell myself that I don’t want to die, but more often than not I do. Your family loves you, I know mine does but my mind won’t stop pushing me. I am getting to a stage where I have to sink or swim to be considered a man. I am failing and do not want to disappoint my dad.
Alexander R. K.