It’s so easy to kill yourself.
To pop some pills.
To wield a knife.
To cut my wrist.
To jump.
It’s to easy. It’s something I could do in a matter of seconds. Something I don’t want to do. But that’s just right now. What about later?
What if I don’t stop myself when I’m angry, or sad, or something one day? What if I do it..
Suicide. My biggest fear. Fear that I’ll do it. Fear that my friends will..
