"I'm fine," he typed through tears.
He'd been strong for long.
This was it he thought
This was the end.
He's been walked out on by three people now,
He's done.
This world has nothing to offer to him.
It was just full of lies and people who secretly despise
They despise you from afar and spread their hate to everyone.
But he wouldn't hear it anymore.
He was done. Finished. Ready to go.
His bags were packed and he had a one way ticket to heaven.
A bullet.
He knew it'd be messy
So he'd do it outside.
His mom wouldn't have to clean it up then.
Goodbye world.
Goodbye to the girl in his 2nd period who always made him smile.
Goodbye to the teacher in his 3rd period that always made him laugh.
Goodbye to the girl he sat with at lunch. I'm sorry he thought. I really did love you. I just can't do this anymore.
Goodbye to that kid e sat by in his 7th period who always made really bad puns.
Goodbye to his little sister.
Goodbye to his parents.
Goodbye to his older siblings.
Goodbye to the people who made fun of him.
Who thought it'd be funny to walk out on him.
Who thought talking about him behind his back was funny.
Well jokes on them. He won't be around anymore. So ha!
And some are going to call him weak.
Some are going to cry, others won't care.
This he knows.
Some will call him weak, others will call him misunderstood.
He also knows this.
But he also knows that when he looks through the noose.
He sees happiness and joy.
No more being treated like a toy.
Tossed around and left for dead.
So this was his end. He'd had enough.
He looked through the noose one more time.
He put his head through it.
Goodbye world, he thought once more, I'm sorry but I just couldn't do it.
