Sitting here on my bed looking back and forth from my pillow and a glass bottle.
Thinking in my mind which one should i use, the pillow or the bottle to put my self out of my misery?
I can't take this any more.
This life is to much to handle.
I'm in hell.
I should just kill my self.
There's no reason to live any more.
I take the bottle and brake it against the wall.
I put it to my arm.
I press down.
Then i relise i can't.
i can't do this to many people will miss me.
I would rather go through a life of misery then put the people i love in pain for the rest of eternity.
I relize there is some thing to live for after all.
I want to be able to be here when my little sister has her first boyfriend and when she gets married and when she has her babies.
Now i know there is something to live for.
There is always something to live for.
