I sit here on the bathroom floor

Pathetic

A bottle of pills, a knife and a rope planning to end it one way or another

I screw open the pill bottle to reveal there’s one pill left, of course not enough to kill me

I grab the rope and stand up before making the realization that I have no where to hang it

I try the knife and it’s just my luck that it falls off the counter beside me and it breaks

It fucking breaks

I’ve done everything to try to end it

A knife, a building ledge, pills, drowning if you think of it I’ve tried it

I bite the hand that feeds me, so maybe it’ll let me starve but I fear the hand that feeds me has the thickest plot armour known to man

Maybe I’m meant to live, but I really don’t want to I guess I’ll just have to try living for once and hope everything gets better