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The end

I'm alone. All alone.

I'm stuck. Stuck in this dark room.

I'm calling for help. Nobody comes.

Now, I'm mute. I can't talk, I can only cry.

And now, I don't have tears anymore. I can only look around.

So I look around, and I only see mistakes. Their mistakes, your mistakes, my mistakes... Everyone's mistakes.

I can't look anymore. It's painful.

I can feel. At first, it was anger. Then sadness. And now... I don't know. I don't know anymore.

I'm losing my mind.

I tried to save people.

And I'm slowly realizing that, since the beginning, I was the one who needed to be saved.

But nobody could. Nobody can.

Who can I talk to ? Who can I trust ?

Once again, I don't know.

I thought I could make it alone. But I couldn't.

I should have known earlier.

Now it's too late.

Because I'm dead.