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I'm sitting alone here at East Coast Park, thinking about killing myself. I don't know what am i thinking, i don't know who am i, i am very scared, really scared.
I offed my cellphone, I've thought of ways to attempt suicide. Jumping down the building, cutting myself, allow vehicles to run over me? It's either painful or bloody. I dare not do that. I am very scared. I don't know what to do. I am really feeling very lost.
Overdosing myself using panadols and alcohol doesn't work at all, the nausea and vomiting is worst than dying. I felt so helpless, and painful.
Today, i woke up with my swelled pair of eyes, feeling very sick. I locked myself in the room for the whole day, doing some soul searching. I on my cellphone, i read and listened to all sms-es and voice mails; I'm sorry, very sorry. I'm sorry for making you guys worried, I felt really lost for that very moment. I've got no one to talk to. I'm all alone... ...
I don't wanna hurt the people i love and care who loves me, But at times i wonder, How many people will grieve over my death? How many people will actually seriously feel pained over the cessation of my existence? Labels: Death and pain
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