TW:angst,suicide,death,depression,sh
Wilbur's POV:I'm so tired I'm so fucking drained I thought to myself I'm sorry karl but I have to leave I'm so tired my time is here I grabbed the rope chair blades I made the rope the right size for my neck I hanged it I put the chair under it I grabbed the blade and dragged it across my skin I then put my head in the rope but then I thought of the moments me and Karl had
Wilbur's POV:he's better off without me then that's when it all turned blackSorry it's so short