Suicide: Intentional killing of oneself.
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                My situation had reached the point of suicide. I couldn't think of anything else.

              Suicide, the mere thought of it made me shiver in fear but what could I do. I had nothing else to live for.

            My family being brutally murdered in front of me but I couldn't do anything. My job taken away and my accident which left me on a wheelchair.

             If I wasn't so weak, I would have been able to help them. If I wasn't so weak, I wouldn't be in this situation.

              I remembered what my mama told me, "No matter how big your problem is, Suicide is not the answer."

             Whenever I thought about committing suicide, I always hear my mama's voice in my head. I knew she wouldn't be proud of me if I did it.

            Everytime I slept, I saw my mama. I didn't know what to do anymore, but one thing I knew is that Suicide is not the answer.
            

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Hey guys,

I don't know how the idea for this book jumped into my head. Do you like it? Should I continue? Comment please. Also I haven't decided on a title, if you could give me some ideas for a title I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

Love ❤
Anna :)