I actually tried today.
Today was different from the other days; I wasn't afraid.
Any doubt I had disappeared besides everything in my life became overwhelming.
I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to end my suffering.
Cut class and slowly planned my demise.
Made sure no one was around and closed my bedroom door.
Took the knife out from under my bed; slowly I dragged it across my wrist.
When I cut the other I felt the blood running through my finger.
I collapsed onto the floor thinking "I've done it. It's really happening!"
Everything suddenly turns black, but my eyes open to see a white light.
Am I dead? Then I noticed doctors standing over me. Someone found me, but then I heard "We'd like you to stick around for a while."