I'm afraid and scared of my life ahead. I'm desperate and just wish i wasn't feeling this way. I really don't want to live any more, and want to go. But a small part of me is scared to take the final step. I know i don't have much worth living for here, my family have disowned me and wouldn't really care. But i know i need help, i need to sort my head out but i don't think it's worth all the effort. I'd rather just leave this world for good and say good bye! i just can't get the suicidal feelings out of my mind and nothing is calming me down. It's just all getting on top of me again and i think i'm ready to go this time. But am afraid that if i go, if i let go of that one string of hope, i will have wasted my life. But then i think i've hung onto that string so long now, that it's ready to break. An i'm ready to break it, and let go.