Now I know what my lowest point is. I know now how bad my life is. I wish I would've changed things, but now it's too late. Now I've handled my problems my own way. Now I know what happens when people let me down and when no one is there to help. I wish I didn't have to go out this way. I wish I knew an alternate choice to get rid of this pain. I don't know how, so now there's only one thing left for me to do; either die or release the pain someother way. I promised I never would, but that was a promise I had to break. The pain was too overwhelming to just handle on my own, so I brought a friend along who could help cut my problems down. I feel more alone now than ever. When there's this much pain in one person's system, it's too hard not to do dangerous things, but now it's too late... and it didn't work. The pain is still here, so now there's only one other way to end it all.