Confessions of a Teenage Suicide

I wrote this story when I really wanted to kill myself. This would make my third attempt at it, but I have come to realize that I am a coward, and the closest I could get was cutting or killing myself in a story. Sad, huh? Anyway, I was at the brink when I did this story; I was home alone, crying, screaming and hyperventilating, and then I wrote this. It explains a lot of why I had a breakdown in the first place, and probably why I want so badly to be there for someone else. I had no one. I felt if I confessed this to anyone, even my bestest of friends who knows deep things about me, it woudl change everything. So I kept it to myself and here it is for the first time to the public; my own death in writing. Please comment.
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