That thought is becoming a reality. My life is ending and I am suffering in the end. My mind is being destroyed and my body along with it. I wish for death everyday only to be disappointed to wake up in the mornings. My suicide is always on my mind, it won't leave me alone. Even now I am trying my best to sleep but I sleep xxx next to my chest, waiting for that one moment of insanity. I just want to sleep but my head hurts so much and my mind is in turmoil. I'm 24 years old with a college degree and I'm at the end of my life. I feel that my whole short life was wasted. All I can think about is my cousin and my aunt who were killed a year ago and how much I wish I could trade them places. I don't know if I'll wake up this time, my head is relentless tonight.