¨ I love you¨ that was the last text message. ¨Just know this isn’t your fault¨ the young boy tells you letting you know. Nobody cares if I am gone, the boy thinks. No one will miss me. Damn it may even make some people happy. As the poor boy types to his one person that really cares. ¨ I won't be here much longer¨ he types as rivers flow from his eyes. The dark, sad room was blurry and gloomy like the dark sweet castle when its raining. You wonder where I am going? But let's be honest I don’t even know. ¨Just not here¨  the boy responds. You beg and cry for me to stay. You say you need me but what I need is death. The sweet, bitter feeling of nothingness. The darkness and blankness of reality. The mind being blank is the dream. The thought of having to deal with nothing was what the young boy longed for. To not have to hear the screaming and yelling of his mind telling him to ¨kill yourself¨¨. The evil voice ¨just do it¨, ¨come grab that knife¨. Realizing that evil voice is me. Just for everything to be blank. No dizziness, no twisting, no trying, just death. The thought of having to do nothing is peaceful to him. The happy ever after or at least his. He tells you ¨ I will miss you¨ But let's be honest again. Will he even be able to miss, or remember, love or hate in this new world? The boy will soon find out with the blade to his neck.