Feeling so alone with nowhere to go, give me a reason to slow this role. Thoughts become darker as my heart grows colder, reaching my wits end. Scaring myself to the point where I can't defend, defend myself from my own thoughts. My mind goes numb and I hear the whispers taking over my mind. So I pulled a bottle out of the cabinet, running out of time. I grab the phone and said my last goodbye.

Call me weak, call it wrong, but you don't know what had been done. She stole my dream, my hope, my smile. Have nothing but this bottle and vial. Tried to forget the one that done me wrong, listened to my deep darkest thoughts.

As the phone goes silent, can't resist it, think to myself this is perfection. Writing a letter, without hesitation. Pulling out my gun feeling a sensation. Took a deep breath  and pulled the trigger. Loud bang, blood splattered along the wall, dripping to the ground. As I fall to the floor, can't ignore that there's no more frown. On my face, nothing but a smile, there's no denial that this was final.