It's Not Important

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'd just love to tell you this. If I had the strength.

Submitted: December 08, 2011

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That day I couldn't take it. I was so depressed and angry. The knife mocked me, it stood in my way, always on my mind. It was so easy just to take it and rip my life away. Take all the pain and agony away. I'd be in heaven. I'd feel no pain. It would be quick and easy. A knife to the throat, I thought, was the way out. I posted it on Facebook, explaining how I was meaningless, and he egged it on. I really thought my life was slipping from under me. I felt nothing but pain and distress, it flowed through my veins and spilled into my heart. I took the knife, I laid it on my bed and whispered, "It will be tonight." Then, I saw the notification. The little red [ 1 ]. No big deal, right? But it was you. You were my everything at the time, it excited me. I dropped the knife and it stood blade down on the floor. You commented, telling me that this wasn't the answer. I needed to let my angst out another way then self inflicted pain. That touched me. I know you just said it to say it, but really, it helped. Without you the knife would have been in my wrist and I wouldn't be alive right now. Seriously, if you're reading this, I want to make sure you know that without you I would be gone. And ever since you told me that, I got online help, I contacted a hotline and I'm fine now.

Thank you for all that you do. ?


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