Globally, Over 1 million people a year
die by suicide - WHO
He punched the cruise control, undid his safety belt and
aimed for the tree
He lived
several moments, merged with the wreckage and branches
The car idled in the garage, a hose running from its exhaust
into the window
The CD
changer played on and the dead man spilled a bit of red wine
The shotgun he had fired with his toes lay near his crumpled
torso
The inside of
his head splattered and misted the wall behind him
The last step took him over the cliff and the acceleration
energized him
Fully awake
hitting the rocks he never made another movement
He beat his wife, finished the case of beer and then called
the police
He threatened
them with his empty shotgun until they riddled him with bullets
He saved up his pain meds, though he suffered, yet he
remained quite silent
One evening
he took them all and drowned quietly in his own vomit
After drinking for hours they roared off upon their powerful
new jet skis
The force of
their impact killed him even before his friend drowned
He overate and then smoked, drank heavily and laid about for
many years
The crushing
pain in his chest came one day, like a prize in the mail
She lay in the now cold bathtub water stained pink with her
blood
Her wrists
were neatly slashed and her shapely legs were nicely shaved
She said her goodbyes to each of the family as they gathered
all around her
She willed
herself to be gone and simply ended the pain and the weakness
He was strapped into the explosives through a mumbling of
prayers and praise
After the
Mullah triggered his flight by cell phone, his family celebrated
Lost in a stoned depression his subconscious purposely
ignored a dump truck
His shabby
little car was crushed as it ground him into a juicy pulp
Left for another, she shortly stepped off the platform just
in front of a train
There was not
much left to clean up and the funeral was very small
Sealing dry cleaning bags over his head, he sat quietly and
turned quite blue
Condensation
had formed by the time his youngest child entered the room
With a noose round his neck attached to the ceiling he
kicked away the chair
He struggled
gagging in the air for a five minute eternity
He strapped on a great rock, tied up his hands, then jumped
into the water
he took a
breath at ten feet, choked and inhaled but one more time
She overdosed not quite on purpose but surely not purely by
accident
The
attendants discussed the fine augmentation work done on her breasts
Fortified with a quart of vodka, he vowed to end this Winter
in the snow
He was not
cold for long and soon he fell asleep and did not awaken
Poised high over the bay with a strong tide rushing out far
below, he leaped
Crabs,
mollusks and scavenging fish cleaned him up pretty quickly
Unable to stand his continuing success, he put his small
plane into a tail spin
I read that
he was a good pilot on a clear day, without mechanical issues
Facing life with no possibility of parole he dissed the
leader of the blacks
One day later
they knifed him to ribbons underneath the showers
Depressed over a lack of attention, her suicide attempts
kept her alive
As a fatal
overdose overtook her, she realized her mistake
Strung out on the last of his crank he began to mix another
batch
The explosion
and fire burnt his toothless face beyond all recognition
Flushed with an early success the guitarist bought his first
new motorcycle
His long
golden hair was matted with the contents of his skull
At midnight of the shortest day the medicine man finished
his great circle
His people
evinced little sadness as he was now with their ancestors
Far from any trail he found a spot beneath a spruce facing
south with a grand view
He took the
pills and waited for the crows, hoping never to be found
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