Suicide Written by:Sharonda All it takes is a slash of my wrist. A gun to my head. A stab to my heart. 15 pills. A drink of my hairspray. An overdose of drugs. A drive of a cliff. A radio in the tub. A leap of a bridge. A face in my pillow. A jump into the ocean. A walk in the road. A nap on the train tracks. That's all it takes to end my misery. The pain I'm going through. But then what would I miss when I'm gone? No driver's license. No sex. No dates. No college. No children. No nothing. I will have given up on my future. I will have given up on my hopes and dreams. But I still can't help but wonder what people would think. Would they miss me? Will they cry? Will they even care? And will I myself have the power to kill myself? To take my own life? No. I don't. I know what it takes and I don't have it. I have to much to look forward too. I can work my problems out. I know I can. Because no problem is worth death.
Reason for writing:
I am really depressed these days so I sit and think about life all day.
Birth sign: Libra
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