All the pain I have been through, all the suffering I've done, erverything you've put me through, I just can't take it any longer. You knew I wanted to be a writer when i grew up, but I'm afraid this will be my last story. For this is a letter of suicide, for which the pain I can not hide. The past few months I have tried, but never had the strenght to, but now, this time, I'm strong. I will. As my wrists are bloody, I write these very words. For this letter is coming to an end, as am I, soon there will be no more pain, no more strife, nothing to hide from, all will end. I hope your happy.
Good bye, for I am dead....
 x50000xTEARSx · Sat Oct 13, 2007 @ 11:41pm · 0 Comments |
