I've been thinking about drinking bleach sometimes when I feel depressed. I tried asking my mom multiple times for therapy unsuccessfully. 

In moments like these tho, all I can think about is the easy way out lying on top of that shelf. I had the realization I could just ingest cleaning products around a month ago when I was wondering about the ways I could end it. It's not like I'd actively do it yet, but I like to dream about it. 
About a brave me who'd drink it like a champ and not feel scared of dying. Not feel scared of the aftermath. 



Perhaps sleeping pills are easier for it, but I don't like to take pills.