rutowsle's Journal

I can't stop! I'm trying to sleep and my mind goes to my pills. I keep remembering how easy it was to swallow them last time. My last suicide attempt was the closest to successful. I've held a gun to my head and chickened out, I've wanted to slit my wrists and chickened out. But finally I got the courage to swallow all those pills... And now that I know I can at least do that it frightens me. I know I can do it. It makes suicide that much easier, that much more of an option. I'm alone and lonely. No one who can really understand. No one to hold me like I so desparately need. I'm just broken. I'm done with it...