My last day alive

Ajax (he/xe)

I walk to the store,

A soft smile on my face

I think about my plan

I buy some helium and a drawstring bag

No one should suspect anything

Surely I’m only planning a party for my friend.

Right? 

But inside I know 

Today’s my last day alive.

I go home from the store, 

the drawstring bag and helium kit in hand

I walk up to my room, 

Saying that I’m preparing the ballons

When I’m really heading to my demise

I secure the bag around my head, 

And then I insert the tube

To fill it with helium

My head feels fuzzy

I’m dizzy

I start to fall over

My eyelids feel heavy.

I hear someone calling my name

But it’s faint.

I couldn’t care less

It’s dark now

But I see a light

It’s calling me. 

I think I'll check it out... 

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  • Rocky Lagou

    PeriodT. 🙌🙌

  • Paul Bell

    When I tried that, I just spoke in a funny voice. On a serious note, how you doing.

  • depressionofbecca

    I felt this way very often. Until I went to the hospital. i feel so much better now. It might seem worth it then but all it causes is pain and sorrow for others,

  • FallenAngel1🕊

    I read this with the thought of my niece giving birth this morning to a beautiful baby boy. I couldn't help but shed a few tears. Some happy ones,some sad. Please stay strong🌟🌟🌟🌞🤗🤗🤗🌹🌹🌹🕊🕊🕊



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