I, Maria Rosana Williams have a secret.
It is a secret no one will ever know about and a secret no one will ever care about.
No one pays close enough attention to find out. It's quite obvious really. Anyone who's anyone knows about it.
Many people have this secret. And many don't share it with others. I am one of those people.
I do not share it with others because no one will care. I do not share it with others because no one will do anything.
I have hidden it from myself but it still comes out to taunt me. It taunts me with happiness. It taunts me with peace, love, laughter, friends. It taunts me with death, blood, destruction, and anger.
It makes me feel many things. But it will never make me feel happy. It is not capable of doing so.
It has lead me to write this. This letter, note, poem, story or whatever you may call it.
I call it my goodbye.
This will be the last thing I write. This will be what I think about before it all ends. This pencil will be the last thing I hold.
And why?
Because it has become to much. What is it? It is my depression.
The secret no one knows. Yet everyone sees.
The secret I am finally telling you. The secret that will take my life. The secret to end all secrets. The secret that leads me to my last goodbye.
I have carried this secret for far to long and i cannot carry it anymore.
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