text: My old leather belt I wake up another day to hear my rattling alarm, it's an absolutely dreadful ringing. Everytime i hear the abominable sound I cover both of my ears with my pillow. When I finally get the energy to wake up and move to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and stare into the mirror. Wondering why I’m why I’m still here, why I even try anymore. Nothing seems worth it anymore. I take a completely cold shower because I can't afford hot water at the moment. I’ve been laid off from my Nine to five job, working down at a supermarket making Eight fifty an hour. I could barely survive off of that cash, But now it's gone. I have no money, Every cent I had went towards the cheapest liquor i could find. Just so I could feed my crippling addiction. I go to the cabinet around eight thirty in the morning, I then proceed to take anywhere from two to three shots. The only way I can make it through the day is those shots. I’m done living like that. I want away from that life, I want to be better. But I simply can't. I have one shot left. I take my final drink and head for my bedroom. I went into my closet to find my belt, it was an old belt that my father wore when he was still alive. I held that belt in my hands and cried, more tears than ever before. I took that belt into my living room, and set it down on my old, worn out couch. I reached over my small dining table to grab a chair. The same dining table given to me from my sister, She had no use for it when she moved out of her studio apartment in California. She made it big with some guy she mooches off of. She’s always had it easy in life. I take that chair into the living room, and place it directly underneath a ceiling fan that was lousily installed by the maintenance crew. I then decided what I would do. I looped my fathers leather, worn out belt around my neck. I put the belt into a loop on the fan, while standing on top of my barstool. I stared into space and cried. I closed my eyes and said. “Dad, i’m finally coming to see you..” The chair wobbled out from underneath me. I feel as the belt tightens and clogs my airway. I realized what was happening. I didn't want this. I could be better. As that thought crossed my mind. I hear the chair hit the floor with a loud thump. Breaking my glass that I used for liquor. I began to panic, I didn't want to die yet, I was screaming but nothing would come out, I choked on my words and began to fall black. This is it, that would be my end; Hanging from my ceiling fan. Just as I accepted my fate, I heard a shout from my apartment door. I choked and gurgled trying to scream for them. The woman slowly opened the door, and with a loud scream. She ran over to me and threw the chair underneath me. She forced my lifeless, completely wasted body up to the chair. She then stood on it and released the belt from my red, bruising throat. I blacked out for a good thirty seconds or so, She had 911 on the way and was trying everything she could to save me. As I started to cut in and out of reality, She sat next to me and cried. She hugged my lifeless body, As I floated away. I felt as my soul, my spirit. My life, Leave my body. I was dead.