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The sense of helplessness consumes you. You look around and see the mess you’ve made, the mess you feel like you could have stopped, feelings you could have spared. Tears roll down your cheeks, some for yourself, most for the other. Your self-pitying glances towards the dark, starry sky, are displeasurable to the ones around you. Why didn’t you just do it, do it right? It could have been so easy, you should have just sucked it up and done it. But you didn’t, so they suffer, while you suffer even more. Their pain tears at your heart with long sharp claws, your tears burn you as they roll towards your chin. You want to give it all up, you feel like you can’t do anything at all, like you’ve done nothing, not for yourself or anyone else. That voice echoes in the back of your mind saying, “Die damn it, you just don’t deserve to be alive. You’ve done nothing right, you’re worth nothing. Give it up, just take the easy way out, come on do it.” The voice gives you aches in the back of your head. Your crying only makes it worse. You’ve emptied the bottle, just what that little voice wanted you to do. Slowly you’re fading, finally letting go of everything. Everything you couldn’t do right. The romance, the family, the school, nothing, you’ve managed to succeed in nothing. Even the things you’ve always loved doing, you’ve done all wrong. Those that heard you speak never thought you’d end like this. You always hid behind that perky exterior, superficial looks. But it’s all gone now, you’ve got nothing, nothing but your fading soul, your darkening eyes. The last tear runs from the corner of your eye and rests on the desk you finally ended your life on.

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The sense of helplessness consumes you. You look around and see the mess you’ve made, the mess you feel like you could have stopped, feelings you could have spared. Tears roll down your cheeks, some for yourself, most for the other. Your self-pitying glances towards the dark, starry sky, are displeasurable to the ones around you. Why didn’t you just do it, do it right? It could have been so easy, you should have just sucked it up and done it. But you didn’t, so they suffer, while you suffer even more. Their pain tears at your heart with long sharp claws, your tears burn you as they roll towards your chin. You want to give it all up, you feel like you can’t do anything at all, like you’ve done nothing, not for yourself or anyone else. That voice echoes in the back of your mind saying, “Die damn it, you just don’t deserve to be alive. You’ve done nothing right, you’re worth nothing. Give it up, just take the easy way out, come on do it.” The voice gives you aches in the back of your head. Your crying only makes it worse. You’ve emptied the bottle, just what that little voice wanted you to do. Slowly you’re fading, finally letting go of everything. Everything you couldn’t do right. The romance, the family, the school, nothing, you’ve managed to succeed in nothing. Even the things you’ve always loved doing, you’ve done all wrong. Those that heard you speak never thought you’d end like this. You always hid behind that perky exterior, superficial looks. But it’s all gone now, you’ve got nothing, nothing but your fading soul, your darkening eyes. The last tear runs from the corner of your eye and rests on the desk you finally ended your life on.