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by Jenny Dec 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The day has come I finally can do what I couldn't do before. Ya thats right. I can finally end it all by one little pull. You can't stop me so don't try. You'll all fail like the rest. I found the gun. So don't come between me and my fate, or you'll end up like me. I won't stop tell I'm through. The gun is pointed to my head now. My fate has been sealed. Come kiss me good bye cuz you won't see me again. With the last minutes left. I close my eyes and picture all the shit that went wrong, and my life flashes before my eyes. With these last seconds left I wish it could end differently, but I also know it won't. Now my heart is beating none stop. I feel sick to my stomach, I'm panicking. Knowing this is my last day. Thinking of ever one that has a place in my heart. How horrible they must feel after seeing a loved one dead on the floor. But then I remember all the ones that made me this way. That have hurt me so badly that I can't tell a single soul about what they did to me. I open my eyes. I put my finger on the trigger. Click! I dropped the gun. What have I done. A tear rolled down my face. The gun was empty. I lived through that day thinking how it could be my last.