Hey mom, guess who died today.
“I don’t know, tell me!”
“Oh alright, what do you want for dinner?”
I’m going in my room to cut myself a bit ok?
“Fine, just make sure and give me the knife back when you’re done.”
(Screams)This hurts a lot mom, did you have it sharpened?
“Of course baby, you know I hate you.”
Are we going to do commit suicide tonight like we planned?
“Yeah, we will right after dinner”
Let’s go now please I’m so depressed it will feel so good.
“I know baby, I know”
You first mom, I want to see how much it hurts.
“I’m piercing my wrist now; words can’t describe how horrible it feels”
“Your turn my son”
Alright, this doesn’t feel good at all. Dieing is so overrated.
“Sure it is”
“This is a well written script baby, some really good props to”
It’s not a script, it’s my suicide note