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This has happened and it still haunts me.
Only other reason why I haven’t attempted.
Only other reason why I haven’t done this.
I knew what the third panel said before reading it.
Sounds about right.
I’ve read enough to know that there’s almost no guaranteed, painless way to commit suicide.
Been there, tried that. Got hospitalized and diagnosed with something besides triedtokillhimselfitis, so still no one knows.
The only really lasting side effect is that I’m not sure if I might have actually died and this world is just a very mundane hell because I wasn’t quite bad enough to deserve the full fire and brimstone.
Trapped. Want out.
But if I rattle the cage without escaping…
Then they’ll know I want out.
And because they love me, they’ll try to fucking STOP ME.
Because that’s what THEY want. For me to suffer longer.
They don’t know that’s what they’re asking.
They can’t imagine it, doesn’t matter what I WANT.
So I stare at the cage door. Afraid to touch it or push it.
Because it might make noise. They’d close it on me.
Trapped. Want out.
I have survived an suicide attempt. This was last year. I am still afraid of my parents and school teachers, and i often try to avoid them in the hallway.
This has changed how everyone around me sees me. I am terrified everyday, still of everyone and if they know, as my family has kept it quite hush hush.
This is a big part of why I need dogs. If I have them as part of my family, I feel responsible to them, and am thus much less likely to do anything.