Dear Mum,
By the time you read this I will be too far away from here and everyone else to save me. Please don’t come looking for me because you will never find in me time. I took your last bottle of gin and the last of my anti-Depressants and “dad’s” gun that you kept after he left, and yes I know about “dad” I just want to know one thing. Why did dad leave? And why did you always walk away from me whenever I ask you about dad? I know that these questions will never be answered now but, I’ve always wanted to ask you these questions and. I kept telling myself that it was my fault that he left us but I finally know now that I was right. And PLEASE don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry that I could never act like the kid you’ve always wanted. Thanks for forgetting my birthday, again.
Love, Charlie…
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Sorry that it's short but usually suicide notes are short and simple.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Bullet
Não FicçãoThis a story I wrote in English and it's based off the song bullet by Hollywood undead. WARNING: swearing and mention of suicide and suicidal attempts, may trigger something for someone. (Still in progress)
