Original - ⚠️trigger warning⚠️
⚠️mention of suicide⚠️
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Normal, outside I appeared to be.
Inside, the loneliness was growing.
I wasn't alone.
My mind convinced me otherwise.
I had love and care, from various sources.
I sat down to write my final letter.
A death note.
"Dear whomever,
This is the last time I'll ever be able to write anything, I'm so sorry for the pain I'm about to cause within. You see, I felt like a burden. A major disappointment. I'm hurting way more than I let on. I'm sorry for the hurt I'm about to cause. I should have said something a lot sooner. I thought I could handle it by myself. I couldn't. I can't live like this, anymore. I don't deserve to. I'm way beyond salvation. I'm sorry.
Signed,
A tired person."
I sat down in a resigned manner.
I looked down at the cloth wrapped in a noose, in my hand.
I stood up and hung it from the ceiling.
I looked in the mirror, one last time.
I went onto the stool to leverage myself.
I put the noose on my neck and I paused.
I thought through my life, the regrets, the pain.
Then, I jumped.
I struggled for a while, all you could hear were the stifled gasps and moans of someone being strangled.
My neck cracked and it was somehow very loud.
After, I was left swinging in the wind like the past ancestors hanging from the poplar trees.
It was an awful sight but my suffering was finally over.
Thankfully.
