But the pain in my eyes from not blinking was getting worse. I watched as the noose tightened around its neck, and I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. I had known this person for most of my life, and now they were gone.
It had been a difficult few months. We had been struggling to make ends meet, and it seemed like our luck had finally run out. We had no money, no jobs, and no hope. That’s when the idea of suicide first came into my mind.
At first, I couldn’t even think about it. I was so scared of the consequences, and I knew that I would never be able to live with myself if I actually went through with it. But as the days passed, the idea started to become more and more appealing. I was desperate for an escape from the relentless cycle of poverty and despair.
So, I made the decision. I was going to end my life. I chose the concrete statue in the park as my place of death, as it was a place that held a special meaning to me. I wrote a letter to my loved ones, apologizing for my decision and saying goodbye.
As I walked away from the statue, I felt a strange sense of peace. I knew that I had made the right decision, and I was ready to face the consequences. I took one last look at the noose around the statue’s neck, and then I closed my eyes and finally took my last breath.