A male sat on his bed. He has his stereo turn all the way up so no one can hear him cry. He looks up at his ceiling. He thinks to himself Why do I keep trying to find the light. He looks over at the coffee table beside his bed where a loaded 9 mm is sitting. His face was covered with tears as he reaches for the gun. His arms would he covered with blood from the cuts his made. He grabs the gun and puts it into his mouth. He thinks Goodbye world. He pulls the trigger. His brain would splatter over his wall.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 03:09:02 +0000
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