I did a thing

I did a thing. It was all planned out. Letters were written my mind was set. The pain was all consuming and I couldn't fight it anymore. I didn't care how, I just needed to stop. Sure there were ways I'd prefer for it to end, but if life has taught me one thing it is that we never get it the way we would like it. So I did a thing. I was going to use something sharp. But I became trapped to my room, so instead I was going to use the dulling end of pills. The fear of the pills not working is the only thing that held me back. Nothing could bring me back to reality, all I could feel was pain. And I can't handle this pain anymore. So I tried to do a thing, but I was stopped. I'm not sure I'm done trying, because the pain is not done with me. I'm trying to see a reason to fight... But all I can feel is the pain.