What's the point, the title of my suicide note.
It sits on my draws in peace just sitting there like It's already made peace with the fact its the last thing I will ever write in my entire life.
I open the note one more time and all of a sudden the words look wrong it reads: I hope if your reading this I'm already dead I hope this hasn't hurt you to much mum, but I just needed an easy out. I needed a easy way to end all of this pain and suffering I just felt so wrong I was sad all the time and I just didn't think that any human being should live like this, no one should live like a sack of lifeless constant overwhelming thoughts and fears. But I just couldn't stand it anymore the bullying and constant belittling from people who should be appreciating my life and the effort it takes to he here everyday.
It felt so wrong looking at it like how a bride doesn't see the groom before a wedding because it's bad luck.
I look at the rope tied to the hook 10 inches above my door frame I measured to make sure I could hang without touching the floor to just be safe and make sure this kills me.
My mums asleep in the room next to me I'm doing while she's asleep so she can't save me from choking to death but I kind of want her to like I know this won't work in the end.
I get up off my bed and get onto the small stool sitting by my door I grab the rope and put it around my neck I take one last deep breath and kick the chair away, I'm swing a little and it feels tight around my neck, I realize I'm choking I gasp for breath my throat coarse and itchy my eyes start to close and my body feels numb.
What's the point. The last thing I ever think.
