Dear Suicide,

   How is it that I think of you so much? Why do you not allow me to think normally as others do? I'm sorry, old friend, but I can no longer deal with you consuming my thoughts. All you have ever done is cause pain to my loved ones and I. And as I look back I can't believe all of the terrible things you made me say and do. But from now on I no longer wish to be the victim of your persuasive commands. You have had control over me for far too long! For years you have pulled me in by your seductive decriptions of an eternal slumber. Making me crave it more and more each time we had an encounter. And you know what? Your ignorance humors me. No matter how many times I have requested that you leave me be you still continue to follow me around, lurking in the shadows. You're at home, school, stores, and even in my dreams. Don't you understand that I loath you? I know you remember how easily I used to welcome your presence, always savoring the dark places you took me to. However, I no longer need that darkness in my life. I have decided to take back control of myself! I am going to live again, as my real self.

                                                   Sincerely,

                                                    a stronger me