I blundered into my room, throwing my empty bookbag on to my bed. I lay down next to it, and used it as the final resting place for my tears.

The final resting place… How peaceful those words sounded after what he had done…

I looked at the wall next to me where the photo booth pictures hung. Both of us making silly faces, laughing…

A sob heaved itself from my throat, and I tore the pictures down. At one time I thought all those smiles were real, but now I knew they had all been fake…

He tried to call, but I drowned out the ringing with my blaring metal. But he didn’t give up, so I threw it next to the pictures and ran out of the house.

The sledge my tool to torture, as it pounds down on your forehead.

I smashed his car to pieces. I smashed the bench on the bridge where we had kissed the first time.

Then I stood on the railing and put the gun to my head.

As my pained body smashed into the water, I pondered the note I had left him in his car.

Hope your heart is as crushed as mine. Bye…