The Day After He Killed Himself
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2018
The Day After I Kill Myself


The day after I kill myself my family won't weep nor cry.

They will see my lifeless body but just let the days roll by.

The day after I kill myself I will finally be at peace.

No more pain no more suffering just happiness and relief.

The day after I kill myself my family will finally smile.

I will cause them no more stress or harm just happiness for miles.

The day after I kill myself the world will be a better place.

One less horrible waste of  space, one less horrible terrible disgrace.
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17 parts Ongoing

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.