Gone
Contemplating so many different scenarios
They just keep popping in my head
I can't take the pain anymore
Nobody cares
Nobody loves me
No one will ever understand
As my face falls into my hands
Looking up at the ceiling
As this over whelming feeling
Creeps over me
I can't wait any longer
I'm doing it now
I put my final letter on the table
Mom, I'm sorry I couldnt be everything you wanted
George,I'm sorry I made your life difficult
I open the bottle
And pour the pills onto my hand
I put them in my mouth and swallow
As I lock my door and turn out the light
I lay my head to the pillow
I can feel it now
I'm closer than I thought
I hear footsteps
Then pounding at the door
No, their home to early
I'm fading now
My vision is blurred
The light is dimming
The door bursts open
The last thing I see are my mom and George
They're crying
The terrified look on my little sisters face
I'm almost gone
I open my mouth and whisper
"I'm sorry. I love you guys"
I take my last breath
I'm gone
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