Dead.

The thoughts. They're there. They don't stop.

They can't end. I won't take it anymore.

Someone help me please.

Get me out of this dark hole we call life.

I close my eyes. It's still there.

It's taking over me.

Killing my brain, invading my body.

Please take me away from this.

I don't know what I want. I don't know what I need.

I'm going insane. I'm going to lose it.

Take that knife and stab it through my heart.

Make it bleed.

Make it match how I feel.

Is it still beating?

Get those razors. Cut my wrists and slit my throat.

Adjust that pillow over my head.

Hold my weight underwater.

Make my life flash before my eyes.

Make me realize how I want this.

To die.

It's almost over.

I can feel it.

You don't know how much this hurts.

You do this to me.

Thanks a lot.

How about you try it?

I'm slipping, falling under, not breathing.

Oh my god someone please save my life.

Now I don't want to leave.

Too late, it's for the best.

I can see the light.

It's there, it's ended, i'm gone.

It's all over.

I'm ...dead.