Suicide

People don't believe that I'll die from suicide. But I know I will. People don't believe that my life sucks. Well it does.

I try to make it seem okay. But only some people know it's not.

Every night I go to sleep thinking about suicide. Every morning I wake up knowing that today is going to be just like every other day. Yeah sometimes there's something different, but rarely.

I hate knowing that I can DIE anytime I want to. But then again I LOVE IT. People say it's sad that I know all the major pressure points. It's actually kind of scarey to know which way to cut my wrist and throat, so that I bleed a lot faster.

When I say that I'm going to KILL MYSELF I actually scare people. I didn't even know that people cared for me. But why do they care? It's not their life, it's mine. But now I know the reason...they LOVE me. I never really knew what LOVE was, until one of them showed me, what it was like to be LOVED. Now I can say I LOVE YOU, and know what it means. LOVE is the only thing keeping me alive.

...As long as I have LOVE I'll live...