From The Depth of Nigeria

What is life? Why should I continue to fight the emptiness that's about to devour me. No one cares anymore. My only chance of escape is the tiny little razor on the table, all I have to do is slice my wrist. The cut wouldn't be big, just a tiny slice. It's time to end it.
I couldn't fight it anymore, so I picked up the razor and closed my eyes. I held my breath as the razor made contact with my skin. I couldn't stop, I just couldn't. I haven't felt so alive in a while. I watched the blood flow from my wrist, dripping into the bowl I placed around me. I laughed for the first time in a long while, a genuine one this time. Death was close. I could feel it, freedom is near.

I would finally be at peace. Death has a way of bringing back memories and I want to share mine with you. My story is a tale of pain,love and friendship.
It all started in Nigeria.