Life Span
What happens when you start to feel the side effects of a suicide that didn't succeed? Do you allow fate to take it's course because it's a slow killer? That's what's going on with me right now. The poison has entered my blood. I grow weaker and paler with every day, I can't control this. I've tried so many times and yet I still keep moving onward. I fight for him only and the friends who love me so dear, but he is my main reason for staying here and not letting go. I fear for him. Always worrying about me, his sanity, I'm sure he'll lose if he ever lost me. I told him though not to follow me to the afterlife, I hope he'll keep to his word. I love him more than life or death itself, but I grow weak now and soon there will be nothing left. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused to those whom I've hurt, I'm sorry to those whom I've helped, I'm sorry to the ones who loved me the most. But fate chooses my course now, and there's nothing I can do.