I still want to die.

I want to
find a hiding place and
curl up, like
Esther in
The Bell Jar, and
be the cause of my
own demise.
Nobody will bring me down.
I am in control of my
self.
Nobody decides when I am
ready to go.
I'll do it myself.
I'LL conquer myself.
Nobody else will.

I want to hide myself,
take the fifty
sleeping pills,
not be found so that my
plan works.
I want to
see the light,
touch death,
and fall into it.

I'll
never come back.





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