This is more of a wish.
Not real.
Calm down.
The barrel of a gun pressed against my temple. The cool metal is so soothing. My finger on the trigger itching to pull it. The ongoing battle with my mind telling me to die. Leave. Get it over with. Nobody will miss you. The note written on the desk beside my bed signed with my name at the bottom directed to all the people I love. I remember everything that's happened and decide that this world wasn't really meant for me.
As i press the publish button in the corner of my phone i throw my phone on my bed. I sit criss cross on my bed and pull the trigger. The loud gunshot ringing through my ears as I start to black out. Goodbye world. Thank you for everything.
