WHY! WHY! WHY!

He sits in the corner of the pitch black room rocking back an fourth. he mumbles WHY! WHY! WHY! He starts to right a letter saying, all you had to do was ask me what was wrong or if i was okay. i am writing this letter to tell you all that i am nothing els in this world than a failure. so for all of you bye. he takes the gun from the shelf takes it to his head and pulls the trigger..