The Ending Brings A New Beginning.

There's something deep inside of my chest.

It's just fighting to get out.

But I doubt I'll ever have the chance to unleash it.

And to be quite honest,

I'm afraid to.

Because I don't know what I'm capable of.

And that's what scares me.

It should scare you, too.

But I believe that I'm damaged beyond repair.

There's no fixing this.

There's no letting go.

Not even if I wanted to.

I wish I could, though.

Maybe then I'd be humble.

Maybe then, I'd be a decent person.

But we all know that's not possible.

So with the barrel of this gun pressed to my chest.

I'll make a hole big enough to let what I feel drain.

Drain out, like the life that leaves a person when they take their last breath.

This isn't a suicide,

Or a suicide note.

It's a new beginning,

A new book that needs to be wrote...