Cursed be the day my mother gave birth to me.
What a tempest life, life itself must be a mirage.
What wasted years in the University, my parent
believe i'm a graduate of the University of Uyo,
while i'm here a school drop out with 1.10 CGPA,
what an illuson. I can't take this anymore, can't
bear the shame of a wasted life and shattered
dream. I believe even the doctor stethoscope
would know the fate of my body when found.
Laying on my parlor of sorrow, soaked by my
tears of frustration. Oh! Lord, how can i escape
this wilderness of obscurity? I wispered then
Suicide came smilling. Wicked was his laughter
but i attended to his words. I can solve your
problem he Boasted. Can i try this pain killer? Oh!
I cried like a pauper.
I must conceit to her entising appeal, i will give
my life to fate through her offer, perhaps i will
find solace there.
Deep is the pain. But she assured me in a minute
it will be over. Rolling on the carton called bed,
my eyes struggled in vain. What have you done?
Says "Mr Regret" but then, its was too late. I give
up the ghost.
This is only a fiction story. I call on all Nigerians,
let fight against suicide. Please always preach the
message of love.
Am awesomepee