They never notice, how I was dying inside. I didn't want them to. I was losing grip of my reality.. My self.. I was once happy.. But my happiness left me, like it once filled me. It was gone. I sat here on this lonely snowy night and knew It was my time to go. I've been begging for my death For 2 years, knowing nothing ever gets better. I wrote my note and left it laying on my freshly made bed. The scenery looked so beautiful.. So elligent.. I left the room with no thank you.. No goodbye.
They would find my note then run to my bathroom, like planned. I started the bath water And stepped In.. That was the last bath I would ever take. I watched as the blood filled the tube. I felt a sense of relief, as the blood dripped down my arms. I carved the words I Am Sorry against my flesh. Letting them Know It's not their fault but my own.
My last breath escaped my lungs And.....
