Dear Diary

Suicide

You walk into your bedroom with that bottle of pills and your glass of water. You grab the bottle and open it and poor all of the pills into your hand. You take that hand full and put it in your mouth and take a big gulp of water. You lay down on your bed next to the note you just wrote to your family. You lay down and await your death. You're gone.
Your family walks into your room expecting their child but find a lifeless body on the bed. You thought it would be better but it's not. Everyone is heart broken. People develop bad habits. Your mom or dad drink away the thought of you being gone. It's not better. I promise you.