Multi Death *please don't do this ever!!!*

I grabbed the old rope and put it on the ceiling fan,
I gabbed the anti-depressants.
I put ten or twenty of them by a glass of Russian vodka.
The only thing I held dear to me was my white polar bear teddy bear.
I held it in my hands, pushing the stool under the noose.
The sushi knife was put by the vodka.
I got on the stool, and held my weapons.
My knife, pills, and vodka. Then I had my bear.
I put the bear on my head and took half the pills.
Grabbed the bear, and cutting my arm. Deep. I jumped.
Blood soaking my bear.
The rope snapped.
I wasn't with this world anymore.
I never fit in anyways.
They rushed me to the hospitable.
Seeing my family like that, I knew one thing would never change.
Them.


Please never do this, it was something I thought would be a good poem. Just don't do this, I don't want death on my part.Not like that.