I know how it will end.

I'll end up in hospital. No one knows about it. I dont tell about it to anyone because people dont want to hear about it. When I get back to home, no one has noticed I was gone. No one asks what has happened or how I am. No one is happy that Im back. And I still cant talk about it to anyone. I will feel horrible and suicidal. But there is no one I could call. When I cant take being alone anymore I kill myself. The end.