Goodbye.

Dear whoever is reading this,

I am done. I am tired of running. I am tired of living after they have taken everything that I love. I simply can't bear to be here by myself anymore. I have nothing left to live for. I've been gone for years really, but never had the courage to make it a full thought. For whoever is seeing this in the future, know I did all I could to fight and in death I hope I find the peace I so desperately crave.

Goodbye.

M.R