She fell upon his bedside, tears running down her cheeks, she found it to be true, her own son committed suicide, how could she be so clueless for all those weeks? she never once saw the pain he was going through, depression was her only guess, she had no clue what he was feeling on the inside having to deal with all them freaks, all the shit they put him through, some nights he sat and he cried, "I want to die" he would confess, he put up with it for too many weeks, everyday it was something new, all he wanted was to run away and hide, there was no way out of this mess, no way to dry the tears upon his cheeks, all the pain he was feeling just grew, there was nothing left to do unless... he could end his life, so that night it all seemed right and all his problems were solved.. without anyone knowing he committed suicide
