The bloody rose lay there the pitter patter of the rain out side. I knew then that it was time, time for me to end it. I sit at the desk in the far corner of my room. From the drawer i pulled out a pen and some paper. It took time but i finally figured it out i folded up the note and taped it to the top of my shirt. I pulled the gun out, tears rolling down my face. I put the gun in my mouth, the last words i said was im sorry im not good enough for you. There came the loud shot. Then i stand in the corner of the room, the pail dark room, i stand there. my eyes focased on the dead body. My dead body. my mother throughing down the note that read: dear mama i know you are reading this and right now your thinking why but im not the child you wanted like youve told mee my hole life im stupid and a waist so here
i love you mama
by forever