A boy was always sad he lost so much in life he was at the break of suicide... But no one knew that everyone thought he was happy but everyone was always mean to him just to "joke" with the boy... Once he came home his family made promises but they never actually fulfilled these promises they let him cry in his room... They never actually knew why he cried... He cried because of them... He was done with these promises he never received anything back... For what he lost his mother a year back and his grandmother, and his dog... He couldn't handle this he lost what mattered to him the most... He was done with these promises but what his family never knew why the boy always wore sweaters, long sleeves... This was to hide the scars and cuts he had... He didn't want anyone to know... When people asked him are you okay he always responsed yes... But he wanted to cry he wanted to say no he wanted to tell them that he wanted to be dead he wanted to be with the people who cared about him... His mother, his grandmother, and his little dog... So one day he grabbed a knife and a paper and pen and he stabbed his arms so deep that the blood would not stop gushing out... His whit carpet was no longer white is was red the color of blood... He was finally gone... The letter read "Hello family this is not your fault I love you all... But you should have wondered why I always wore long sleeves why I always wore sweaters or jackets or why I always stayed in my room... I love you but don't cry for me... And don't be disappointed" but will his mother be proud will his grandmother be sad... RIP you did this... You should have asked why...
