So ive decided to end my life at this point ,
—yes , for a boy .

Who had broken my heart,
Stabbing me painfully over and over again .

These nights were torture to me .
I couldnt sleep .

I couldnt breathe either .
I just felt dead inside ,
Though i was still alive .

Making sure that i had my rope ready suspended and hooked to the ceiling in my house now ,
I slowly crawled onto my stool .

Putting my neck inbetween the rope ,
I counted quietly ,
Crying again.

3
2
1

I kicked the stool away and let myself be breathless ,
My feets were initially kicking in the air .

But slowly .
It stopped .
And so did my pain.

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