Death the peace and silence, and the no worries, why would anybody dislike death I have been called a leader from the mouth of others, I ave called the PHOPHET I have done things certain men could dream about,I have fought back from the brink of death, several times, I have lived to tell a tale about diseases have ravaged my body, I had chosen a life where I could my skills to help others, I have done all these things, But one thing still does not exist, I wish for it night and day, I dream about it all the time, I ask God to help, but to no avil, the thing men and women grow up dreaming about, and feeling love, this one simple word, as caused people to take their won lives, the thing that only if u could touch it, would make the world a better place in your eyes. The one and only thing I hvae longed for all of my life, the sweet embrace of hug, the tender kiss I fell upon my lips, the feeling that I know that she cares for me, in a sort of special way. But, this feeling was taken away from me, since the day I was born, I have never felt true love, or never will, for today I have decide to take my life. I wonder what the feeling be like, ... would the cold steel blade hurt to much.. Or would it put me away quietly.. or maybe the hot burning sensation of a piece of lead enetering my fore head, would I think about it when it happens, or would it be a blur........ I am not sure, But, it is time for me to die, good bye world, for you have been cruel to me, for not allowing me t feel the ultimate feeling. good bye to a world that never called the one's simple plea to be loved...............................................................................here I am all alone in my room, this is my last will and testament, I load the gun, and slowly pull back the trigger, I put the barrel into my mouth, my finger is on the trigger, .................GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD..................................................................................................................
Reason for writing:
I was lonely
Birth sign: Virgo
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