Anonymous
Beloved of All
I am going to end my life. I have already planned it. I will cut into my arms deep (I’ve practiced and I’m ready) and sit in the bath. The hot water should help it bleed faster. I will take enough sleeping pills to knock me out for the time it takes for my body to expire. I know suicide is murder against the self. Yet it has been over thirty years of agony and unanswered prayers. I am too tired and in too much pain. My life truly has no meaning. I have no one to leave behind. I wish to leave this world. Please pray that I do not go to hell for this. I just can’t bear it, I’m sorry.