The fire inside me burned, i just didnt have the will to live anymore. Everyone that i ever loved was leaving, i kept asking why me, why my loved ones. I had friends that was there for me but they just didnt understand what i was going through, they never would.
I locked myself in my room and lay on my bed hoping and praying it was all just a dream, a horrible nighmare and that soon i would wake up and everyone was back with me.
I turn my head to the left and saw all the pictures i had with the one loved, i sat back up and picked the picture up. I sat there for a good few minutes just staring, i could feel the anger build up in me, i didnt want this life anymore.
I grabbed the ligher from my pocket, i lit it and just droppes it to the floor. The flames grew and grew till the way out was no longer to be seen. I just stood there standing in the middle of the room with my eyes cloaed waiting for my life to be slowly taken away. This wasnt what i wanted in life, this wasnt how i imagined it but not everyone can have a fairytale ending.
