Your words race through my head
Like a stuck record,
Repeating the same line over
And over
And over again.
All I hear is that sound, those words.

"Go kill yourself.
Go kill yourself."

Is that what you want?
Is that how people feel?
"Do it. Go kill yourself."

Do it do it do it…
Yeah, I've thought about it.
And yes, it would be easier than living.
Death is peaceful. Life is harder.

Should I do it?
Because it wouldn't just be me, you know.
I plan to take down
As many people as I can with me.
Maybe you're one of them.
Maybe you'll survive.
Who knows?

Come on.
Tell me again.
Do it.
I dare you.