suicide story must read

chapter one:
Me: I'm over it all, all this shit is just too much, I'm in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and scissors, I open the bottle and take the remaining pills inside, shakily I grab the scissors and slowly drag them across my skin, blood trickling out of the cuts, one cut, two cuts, then another and another, the scissors drop from my hand, as I fall to the cold bathroom floor, I hear the door unlock and my parents rush in, my mother's holding me, whilst my father calls the ambulance, I can feel my mothers tears run onto my tear-stained face. The darkness starts to enclose around me, this is what I wanted, this is finally happening, I'm now welcoming death.