Who are you to think you could do this to us?
What did you think you were truly going to accomplish?
When did you decide to do this to yourself?
Where did you think you could do this and not leave a mess for us
to tidy up?
Why did you do this? Why didn't you tell us how you were feeling?
Why did you continue to live as though nothing were wrong?
How did you have the nerve to shoot yourself and think we would
be okay with it?
You left us with all these questions, but no answers. You left
family and friends behind who have to console each other at the
suddenness of your death. You left all of us because you no
longer felt the need to live, not realizing what you were truly
going to leave behind. You acted as though nothing were wrong
until we walked into that room. Now we have to battle our own
misery, our own anger, our own depression at what you done. I
pray God forgives you as I already have, as hard as that is. I
pray you are in Heaven, and not in Hell.
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