(Sometimes people truly do feel like there's no alternative for their problems other than suicide, so I wrote this from the perspective of one such individual.) 

My life is a miserable and pathetic existence, for I am always deprived of true happiness which shall never be realized no matter what. Each day is lived with great sadness along with anger as well, seemingly forever a part of who I am every since the horrid day of my birth. Why carry on any longer or shall I continue suffering through this wretched abomination called life, knowing all the while that never will complete peace and everlasting joy be made known to me? Despite the well wishes and thoughtful advice from friends and family, I simply no longer wish to endure this torment for even so much as one more day, so by means of suicide I will at last end this living hell of mine! Overdosing on sleeping pills allows me to gain the serenity and contentment which eluded me for far too often, because death is indeed the answer so why delay the inevitable any longer?