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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