I'm not brave enough to die, to let go of this whimsical Earth, to endure heartbreak, yet I've lost hope of all chances of life, but spare your pity, this is what I deserve, this is what I've become. I'm regretting to have died this way, without forgiving those whom hearts are left empty. My case was my brain's own choice. I've lost control, and I don't want it back.
The banter is questionable, some say Ming Li punched the life out of me, while others think I overdosed on drugs. I simply died of a broken heart.
I've lost even more than I can remember. My mother was shot on the streets one day after coming back from work. It was as dark as the soul of the person who killed her and they possessed a gun. Her body was found two weeks later with a bullet through her head. My dad got his hands on my sister and left her with lashes marked on every inch of her skin, she was taken away to child services, and my father was sent to jail for as long as he wishes to live. Everyday from then on, I felt as if the kindness of man was dry. When things couldn't have gotten worse, Sam blocked me out of his life for good and got married to Jenna once they graduated high school. I finished school being ranked number 4 in the class, but with no aspirations to do with it. Life was supposed to be magical and filled with adventures, but I don't know what I was living. I sat myself at a table with a knife, and let myself decide my existence. My cuts were deep and extended feet long. It was settled that on December 12th, 2023, Jackson Kelley was recorded to no longer have a pulse, there was no reversing death. They said when they looked in my eyes, there was emptiness. They claim I had an impact on this world, that I did not die in vain. I would come back to see the joy of being alive, but I am a dead man, and a dead man walking on Earth is irrelevant to death, it would be another thing that I have failed. My story has ended now, there is nothing left to leave you with, so long and goodnight.
