I hate this world.
I hate this life.
I wish at times that I may die.
I sit on my bed and wonder why.
Why did you have to go and lie?
I think to myself what did I do?
I say to myself what should I do?
I finally came to the conclusion that I should die.
I'm sure no one will care..I'm sure no one will cry.
I get up to find a paper and pen.
To write to my family how much I loved them.
I fold the paper and placed it on my bed.
I hope everyone will be happy after I am dead.
I get up again but just once more.
I go to my parents room and shut their door.
I unlock my dad's cabinet lock.
It's so quiet I can hear their clock.
I reach for my dad's gun.
I point it towards my head.
Seconds later...boom...I'm dead.
It's all over now.
I can't turn back.
Everything now has gone totally black.
