The day has come, the day you decide to take your final breath on this earth.. You decide that you can't take anymore of the bullshit that happens in life anymore.. You're dying inside and you can't do anything about it, no one .. So.. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all.. You lie back in your bed sitting there looking up at the ceiling, you close your eyes and fall asleep for good this time.. There's no taking it back... You lay there dead.. Your mum walks in and tries to wake you... When you don't wake she just collapses on the floor crying her eyes out... Her little girl is dead... She sees the suicide note on the desk next to your bed... She can't even bare to pick it up and read it because than this would actually be happening and she'll know it's real... She doesn't want it to be real, she wants to just wake up from a horrible dream any minute... But it's not a dream you see, it's reality and she's gone.. She calls your father into the room and he sees you laying there with your mum beside you crying holding your hand shaking you to hopefully wake... But you're not going to.. You're dead and there is no going back no...
