• As I walk to my favorite place,
    Tears are streaming down my face.
    To my friends, I have bid farewell.
    To end my life this living hell.
    I sit up in the tree motionless.
    My face bland and emotionless.
    I reach twords my bag and take out a knife.
    To end this hell this depression my life.
    The note in my hand reads "This was my choice Do not cry.
    I write you my last words as a simple Goodbye."