To whomever reads this, I never wanted it to end like this.
I’m sorry to any who may be disappointed; however this is the end of my journey.
Weary from the treacherous path of life in this world I have grown.
No longer shall I suffer the excruciating pain of being bound to this Earth.

The chase to my dreams was truly a path to nowhere.
I toiled like a slave, scratching and clawing to climb the ladder.
No matter my attempts, at the bottom I remained.
Not a dime to my name nor accomplishments to show, it set in that I would be nothing.

My search for love marred by constant betrayal.
Time after time I would be the victim of infidelity.
Other times it was simply that none could accept me unless I became a parody of myself.
Rose after rose left me with nothing but a hand ****** and covered in thorns.

Through the constant suffering there was always one I could confide in.
In his sleep, the Reaper collected his soul.
With none to trust and nothing to believe in, my morality began to fade.
No longer did I care for anyone in this world; I just wanted everything to burn.

My resilience at this point nonexistent.
No longer was my desire to live.
So I say goodbye to this cruel world.
As I heard the gun pop, I accepted the friendship of the Reaper.