30 Minutes to Live

27 Minutes

There were a lot of times in life where I wished I was dead. Too many to count and now I'm at that bridge. I'm well over ready to cross it, but I don't know if they can handle this. They being the people in my life who care about me. My death will rip my family to shreds. The blame game will be played throughout the entire tale. Fingers will be pointed and accusations will be made. My friends, they'll mourn me properly. They will move past my death eventually and find someone exactly like me to fill the void.