.... From My brother's diary

Hey Steemians, the guy is the picture is my brother.

The first time in my Life I (Lucky Otutu) attempted suicide was my last. I tried killing my self years ago. One day, Someone punished me so hard without giving me a chance to explain the reason for my act. I was soo depressed. He never gave me an opportunity to explain my act. He just walked in an slapped me so hard for an act which i sure did but was given the room to explain why. I broke down and wept bitterly. I began to think if I was of any worth in life.
"I know i was wrong but why wasnt i given a chance to explain" I thought. Its soo hurtful that moment when you have words to say but no one to listen to you. Tears rolled down cheeks, My spirit was broken, my heart was contrited. I felt sad and thought of taking my life. I felt maybe it would be better to be dead. I felt maybe that was the only way to way to be free. Honestly, i walked into the kitchen, took the gallon of kerosene and drank the kerosene. That happened years ago when i had a shallow mindset about my life. I used to think Our happiness is clinged to someone's life. I use to think I cant be happy without that guy/gal/boy/man/tutor. I use to think i cant make it in life without that tutor/partner/helper. Dear, Today, Nothing can make me walk into that kitchen again just to drink kerosene because of anyone. Yess, I mean anyone!!. People step into our lives and begin to feel indispensable. People forget that we were existing before we met them. I hate it when men begin to feel like gods in someone's life. Sometimes in life, we just av to let some people go. All Friendship is permissible but not all is beneficial. I want to live a right live because its MY LIFE and what i do today will speak tommorow.