(I need something to kill me because I'm tired of taking my own life)

I'm almost certain no one will read this since I don't really want to post any of my stories. 
but anyway....

I'm two of seven, take that however you like.

I like writing poetry but I'll never post it. 

crippling depression can really get to you sometimes, eh?

my view on life: it sucks. But we go through with it for others to live through us.  We're never really our own person. 

if you ever decide to talk to me don't expect 'me' to be at the other end.