“I tighten the rope and stood on the chair with my bare feet, alone in my room. I start counting from one to ten and with each number I kick a bottle of gin, to make my feet sore and bleed from its core. One¦The only god I believe in. Two¦My feet that helped me stand. Three¦My family I ruined. Four¦The cuts on my right foot reached the core¦Five¦The number mistakes I've done in my life. Six¦seven¦eight¦nine¦ten¦!!I look behind to see all the other souls, running away from life, just like me. I'm waiting for my turn¦God's angels call me in¦finally! I'm on my way daughter!! They open the doors and I see¦I see¦ I see the flames of hell fire! Angels tell me that I don't deserve heaven. I should've waited till my day, but I've taken my life early away¦So hell is what awaits me! I'm sorry everyone but I've also messed up this one¦God said¦never kill yourself¦Always wait until your day comes, or else you'll go to hell for a test you never tried to overcome..”
