I wrote with the blood of a dark mural of Love, a reminder of how I suffer for you. As a reminder of how forsaken me just when I needed you most. My life was the greatest time of need alone. Without anyone. Without you.

Hear my desire
I want out
Is not my time would have been filled with
I've already seen this life
I got everything and more

Salty tears were streaming down my face pale, when I looked to my destruction. My fingers still shaking when I glanced at the left wrist from which the blood flowed profusely on the floor, beside me. A small pocket knife, my lifelong friend, rested on the floor in a pool of blood, and were waiting to the seguinte activity.

Nobody knew how I felt. None.
I lost feeling in my coração for a long time. Nobody had bothered to support me, when I needed help. I no longer ask for help were to be reduced. I do not, however, it no longer be allowed, so why should I bother in vain? Why did not either.

Bloody hands slowly wipe my friends choosing a black jacket. Jacket, which I never would after that encontro, data to keep. If you would consider it, I would be able to forget. Forget it, that amor never dies.

I closed my eyes for the last time with satisfaction, and I leaned against the wall. Now, I finally received what I wanted.

Hear my desire
I want out
Is not my time would have been filled with
I would like to leave the military
Sincerely unknown to the patient