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by monica Oct 16, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Here i sit and stare at the blade in my hand it's time to end it, i have got it all planned. there's a note on my bed, which i neatly made and there is no one home, so i won't be saved. my blood pours as that blade slides straight across my wrist...... this isn't painless, and it's not at all swift. oh god i can't take this! i have got to get away from this pain time to go out, go out with a bang........ i grip the gun, my finger on the trigger, i am shaking........ i feel my warm tears running, my makeup flaking it's all over now! i am so sorry everyone..... i am sorry this has to happen..... god dang it, it has to be done! it still haunts my mind, that sick twisted smile on his face! he told me i was going to be put in my place.... this isn't right....... i am going to do it. suicide will end my plight! i had the gun pointed straight towards me.... i pull the trigger, and the pain hits me....i can barely see........ why am i not dying? god dang it i am not dead! this time i won't aim it at my chest, i will point it at my head......... it hurts so much, this has got to end...... my death to myself, i will send........ i am looking down the barrel of that gun, my end is soon. oh god what do i do. no turing back now, it's got to be done i will end my life with the second shot of this gun i pull the trigger agin, only a click is heard. nothing came out.....i could not say a word so i lay here and bleed to death. i am all alone. my blood spills out of me, and onto the carpet my pain is shown....... my breath is short, and i smile as i feel my end near......it's almost bliss. and yet.........i didn't want it to end like this......... comment and vote please