A/N: This is nothing like I've written ever. I was in an angsty mood
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
I was supposed to go away to college this fall
Find the girl of my dreams, marry her and start a family
I was supposed to watch as my children grew up as a proud father.
I was supposed to coach the soccer team
I was supposed to celebrate many more birthdays
I was supposed to watch as my children huddled into a limo for prom
I was supposed to cry as they received diplomas, their right of passage to the next stage of life
Instead I lay here on the cold tile of my best friend's bathroom
Soon he will be able to break down the door
Soon he will see me in a crimson pool of my own blood
Soon he will see I had taken my own life
Soon he will see the true coward I was
My breaths are getting shorter and raspier
I know my time to depart is coming
I know of the many hearts I will break
I know of the anger I will cause
I know of the many lives I will change
Just as the door breaks open a thought dawns on me
Why did I do it?
Why did I take my own life?
I had no real reason to do so
Just as I change my mind about dying today I realize something
As Stan holds me and shakes me through agonizing screams
I don't want to die.
I try to fight it, but unfortunately for me it is much too late
My vision starts to blur
My body starts to turn cold
My hearing is shutting down
My soul begins to die, but I make out four words just before everything turns black
Don't Leave Me, Please