Thoughts

Another day goes by as he thinks why am I here, what is my purpose in life. Does it have any meaning? As suicidal thoughts become worse, the emptiness and pain become even more unbearable. He tries to become the person he once was, but the fight has already become too much.
After countless days and nights of thought he has decided that's it this life isn't worth the pain, emptiness and disappointment. His parents are finally gone and won't be back for a few hours.
Sitting in his room, knife laying next to him he gins to weep. Images of his friends and loved ones are the last things that run through his mind. Finally giving in, he slits both of his wrists and whispers "I'm so sorry......I love you all." "Goodbye."