I’ve been suicidal since I was a kid. I’ve never been able to talk to anyone truthfully about my true feelings. I’m sick with a cold right now and getting a bullet through my head feels like it would help me, even though I really don’t want to die. I think I would just want the pain to go away but there’s no one to help me. I’ve been told that depression never really goes away, you just live with it. So, why live a sad life with those thoughts. I think my favorite suicide to do has been to jump from a very high bridge and hopefully let my body disappear. I don’t really know what to do. I used to wish that I would’ve killed myself when I had a chance when I was 8, or that at least life would get more easier.
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