the letters of a suicide. . .

:__I was in my room, it could be seen how it would be at night, I would be writing in a small notebook, the covers of this would be a black color, it could be seen how each page would be numbered while it could look like these would be written in ballpoint ink, small tears would come out of my face as I continued to write little by little I would turn my gaze towards the window Seeing the landscape at night, everyone would be sleeping, I could hardly sleep, little by little, the hours would pass, being 4:08 a.m.