Day 7.

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Dear Blake

This is the day.The day you died a year ago.I can't deal with the pain.I'm not a fighter.I can't deal with the quilt.I can't deal with this sadness and depression.I just want to end this all.I grabbed a note and a pen and started to write my suicidal note:

-Mom,I'm sorry that I hurted you so much. But i couldn't deal with the pain anymore. Thank you for everything.You gave me life and I'm sorry that I had to end it like this.Please don't cry just remember how much I love you and smile.I'll be there for you,watching over you from the coulds above.Just please hold on tight... I love you...-

I started crying.I took photos from me and my mom,and one from you and I.I went at the cliff and remembered the nights we spend here watching the stars,the days just planning our future together. I pressed the photos in my chest and whispered

"Forever and always...I love you Blake James Hamilton.." before I jumped.At that moment I saw all the things we did.I saw my  life before you came and after.See you at heaven...

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