“Just another sunny day as people loom over my corpse and whisper short secrets about how their day has gone; because in reality no one cared. No one even blinked as they saw the bullet holes through my head, an obvious suicide. But, instead of mourning the loss they sit there gossiping; gossiping about their own lives and how they hate being here. They would rather be at home living their own lives indulging in their own sins, in their own insanity. But I suppose that is why I'm no longer here. Thats why I'm no longer in this world; no one could care about me. No one even tried.”
