• Depression,no I had pills.
    Lonely,no I have family.
    Ignorant,no I was headed to college.
    Poor,no I held down my job.
    My life was going well......I thought.

    I didn't originally have depression;it's just when my father.....let's go on.
    Like I said my depression just sort of happened,but like I said
    I was fine I had a family,and an occasionaly pill.
    I was life was looking good;I was even thinking of promotions,better jobs,and getting through college quickly.Although it didn't end up that way...

    It changed,quickly too.
    I was laid off;they told me not to worry,no big deal I could easily get another job,and that their company was just....doing bad.But how could I not worry?
    My son saw my symptoms flaring;I told him not to worry,but how could he not?

    He mean no harm;I know that,but still he should have just talked to me.
    He slipped me an extra pill......mistake.

    The last thing I remember was waking up.
    lights blaring in my face,alarms sounded in my ears,
    and crying...faint,faint crying.

    My wife left me;taking my child.
    My record went down the drain and I couldn't go to college.

    they stoped issueing me pills,and as my depresion sunk in...I gave in.
    Since I could't hold down a job,(for many reasons) and I had to have
    something to make me feel better;or I would've......

    I should've.....because what I did...

    I had never once thought of breaking the law...
    but I did.(how long of a sentence is buying perscription drugs of the streets?)

    It was quick,and after as I walked down the street I heard a famliar sound.

    He sounded,and looked like my son;just a little older you know?

    He stood knife at his throat ready to die...
    I wanted to walk away,but I couldn't.
    I couldn't let him throw his life away.

    I grabbed his hand;He started at me (you know those sad puppydog eyes?His were of a hurt cat big,wide,sad....)

    "LET ME DO IT!I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!"
    He spilled his guts,and wound up sobbing not even half-way through.
    "no..."


    Then my knife slipped...He died...
    I took his jacket,emptied it's contents on the ground.
    Then burned all but two items,and just like he told me to I left his suicide note right next to him.( it was old...very)Then I took his journal,read it,and then published it.So his story lived on.....