The day I killed myself I woke up like any other. I grabbed coffee and chatted with my family. I ate breakfast and kissed my dog. I went to school and turned in my homework. The day I killed myself I made plans to have lunch with a friend I hadn't seen in awhile. I laughed with my best friend. I gave my little sister my favorite teddy bear. The day I killed myself my mom yelled at me for not finishing the dishes. My older sister worked a late shift. My aunt watched my cousins. The day I killed myself I took a bottle of pills and layed in bed. I cried and stared at the wall waiting for someone to come in and no one did. The day I killed myself I died alone, because no one knew the extent of my pain.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Also I heard a poem called "The Day After I Killed Myself" (I forgot who it was by) but it was so good and I wanted to put my spin on it.