People always told me to kill myself. I always considered doing it. But sadly I know I'd hurt the people I love the most. So I kept the pain to myself. I didn't express my feelings out in public. I buried them deep inside so no one could see what was happening. Every one heard about the incident but no one knew the real pain I felt inside. They sent me 'Get Better Soon' cards and balloons, but they all went straight to the trash. Some even sent me past pictures they had of him, they had no idea how much it hurt to just see him. People told me I was just over reacting, they told me to stop being fake. Even though I was trying my best to be real and alive. How would they know anything.? They don't even know my name. My chest pounded with pain, daring me to commit suicide. But of course I stopped myself from kicking that chair. I stopped myself from drinking those pills. I stopped myself from pressing that trigger. But that never really stopped me. Well I hope you enjoy this story of how I finally ended my life.