In the cold dark damp darkness of the night all lights are out except for one...
In this house a young man is sitting on the board a glass of pills a rope and a knife...
This young man is sitting there and shaking...while writing a letter...
"Dear mom. I hate you...you have turned every second of this life into nothing..."
"First you made me live this thing you call life this horrible abomination......"
"Second of you made certain that every ounce if my life force went forth to spend for you"
"When I was hated and shunned by people you did nothing but laugh and call me silly.."
"When my bones and body was utterly crushed by people because I was who I was you did nothing.."
So dear mother please tell me who is the selfish one? Who is the one who deserve to burn utterly in hell for everything that has happened?
Who is the one that made me suffer? Made me live this horrible life? Who now I ask you Mother! who?
At this point the young man is shaking with tears...Feeling nothing but the wrath within....
Now mother I will do what you never dared do...I will end this suffering I will snuff out this life...
I....will....be...free...

-Mybrokenwings