Just a few hours ago, I am thinking of suicide. It’s not the first time I’ve thought of it. I’ve thought of it countless times. No, I don’t want to kill myself. My thoughts of suicide always run along the lines of: I wish I’m dead; or how nice it would be to get run over; or why can’t I just not wake up tomorrow? That’s just about the extent of it. No thoughts of hurting myself. I’m always afraid of unnecessary pain, see.
I’d always feel so depressed that these thoughts go through my head. I’d cry and imagine living a completely different life. But I’d open my eyes and the sad reality of my life is still there. I would wish then that I’d have the courage to actually even think of killing myself let alone do it. (more…)
The Opposite Of Sunshine 