The red letters seemed to jump off the page, taunting me with their finality. I sat at my desk, staring at the words that had been etched into my mind over the past few weeks. I had always been a writer, and these were the most important words I would ever pen.
I had been struggling for a long time, and despite the efforts of my loved ones, I just couldn't shake the darkness that had settled over me. It was like a thick fog that clouded my mind and suffocated my soul. I had tried everything to break free, but nothing seemed to work.
And so, I had come to the only conclusion I could see. It was time to say goodbye.
I took a deep breath and began to write.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I know this will come as a shock to you, but I just can't go on anymore. I know I should have reached out for help, but I was too afraid of being a burden. I didn't want to disappoint you or let you down.
But the truth is, I have been struggling for a long time. I have felt so alone, so lost, and I just couldn't see a way out. I know I should have trusted you, but I was too ashamed to admit how much I was hurting.
I'm sorry for the pain this will cause you. Please know that I love you both more than anything, and that I will always be with you in spirit.
I hope that you can find some peace and comfort in knowing that I am finally at rest.
With all my love,
[Dawood]
I sat back and reread the letter, tears streaming down my face. This was it, the final goodbye. I folded the letter and placed it in an envelope, scribbling their names on the front.
I took one last look around my room, at all the memories and possessions that had once meant so much to me. It all seemed so insignificant now, just a collection of material things that wouldn't matter anymore.
I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, where I had left a bottle of pills and a glass of water. My hand shook as I reached for the bottle, my heart racing with fear and regret.
I knew it was too late to turn back now. I had made my decision, and there was no going back.
I popped the pills into my mouth and washed them down with the water, tears falling freely from my eyes. I knew it would be over soon, and the pain and suffering would finally be at an end.
As I lay down on my bed, my vision starting to blur, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been. Had I reached out for help earlier, could things have been different? Would I still be alive, chasing my dreams and making a difference in the world?
But it was too late for those thoughts now. The darkness was closing in, and I was ready to let go.
I closed my eyes, and let out a deep sigh.
This was it. The end.
The end of the pain, the end of the struggle.
The end of everything.
Written and compiled
By 
Erinkitola A. Aduragbemi
January 7, 2023.
Chapter 2 will be out soon.
