What do you do when you are so suicidal. You can barely speak. You can barely keep your eyes open. You feel like your dead already. Yet my pain is still there. My pain. On new medication that makes me gag. I can't go through with that every morning. I'd rather be on my old medication when it didn't work. I think my only option has came. I should end my life. On my own terms. The idea sends my heart racing and makes me think. But all in all it's become my only choice. I might have to go to hospital. A psychiatric hospital. I won't be able to eat there food. I can barely eat my own food. Let alone a hospital that has bad reviews from the kids. I can't go to school anymore. I can barely focus. I hover watching skins and reading fanfics. I don't get a education. I'm being grilled about how I will regret it all the time. My dad doesn't care. My mum is going through to much for me. If I ended my life all there pain would stop. All there worrying about me and all there calling places up to try and get me help. I haven't been to therapy since last year due to there isn't anyone to see me. I mooch around town. I sleep. I cut. I stay inside my house. There isn't any point in this life. In this crippling fear. I've grown so weak through loss of blood, lack of food. I'm crazy. I have other issues other than this horrid phobia. I can't control my bad behaviour. I'm interested with thinking about setting things on fire. There isn't anything else for me. I was born in the wrong place. Loner. Freak. Stupid. Weird. Words that define me so well. I don't know what to do. There isn't anything to do. Waiting for new miracles isn't going to help. There isn't anywhere for me to get help. I'm trapped. I can set my demons free if I go. I can set myself free.