Suicide Note

Suicide Note

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The sky was dark not a star shined threw the void of blackness my heart felt as if it was stabbed a thousand times I imagined the crimson liquid pouring out of my chest I blinked the crimson blood disappeared. My hands sunk down into the dark soft soil my nails dug deeper and deeper until all that was visible was my wrists there I scream and crying staring at my brother as he lay there dead on the ground in front of me my arms were completely bruised and my legs bled from the father had just given me I watched as he got in his expensive car and drove away I watched as he left me to die I keeled there staring at my brother the rain poured and poured I played there staying at my brother I rest my head on his cold shoulder and cry I cry until i fall asleep I dosed in to unconsciousness until my body was numb from the rain I took one last glance at my pruned fingers before I was out cold I wome up to the birds tweeting
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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