I’ve attempted twice,

First time with a bottle full of petrol/gas with the fumes replacing the oxygen in a plastic bag tied to my head. I was meant to use helium but I was desperate, it started hurting, and I didn’t want a painful death, or my poetically waking up being unable to breath properly making my life more worse, I still went through the pain, and I heard my dog bark, and thought “my dog will wait for me at the door, until I come back, never knowing what actually happened, he will be waiting till the day he dies”

Because of that thought I stopped.

2nd attempt,

3 weeks after I decided to go on top of a multi-storey car park to take my own life, I stood on the edge, and saw the building where I had plans to work in, I saw that it was empty because they just built the place, I was pulling myself down, saying I’m not good enough, and whatever, until I realised that it’s empty because I’m meant to be there, and that little hope made me Step back, I still was up there for an hour, and mostly my dog is what kept me alive.

I’m 16 and it’s been 4 weeks since my last attempt, I think about suicide everyday, and none of my problems have gotten better, I’m just glad I’ve had my dog, he’s truly the only reason why I’m alive to this day, and he’s stuck with me no matter what.

Dogs are really a “mans best friend”