“I’m sorry everyone” was titled on the perfectly folded paper on the desk beside the fallen body of mine. I could see the look on their faces. Bare. Pale. Dead. I was just standing there watching them holding the paper, hands shaking unable to open the letter I left for them.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that our journey together with everyone has come to an end for me. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see the baby walk. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see myself succeed. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see him grow sister. I’m sorry I could be there to see you cry over sad movies dad. I’m sorry I couldn’t get what you wanted mum. I’m sorry I couldn’t play with you anymore little nephew and niece. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you shree and love you unconditionally. I have failed myself and everyone around me, when I thought I was doing better but I didn’t. I would finally be able to breathe again when all this while my head was just above surface trying to catch a breather.
I’m sorry for what I have done and I know it’s selfish of me to have come up till’ this end. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I was right in front of you when I was falling apart but all you saw was another day of my “phase”. I tried to ask for help but all I gotten was backlash because I’m better now so I can’t go back to being not well. I wish you could see I was trying hard to fight the voices that’s crushing my me on the inside making me lose every ounce of love, hope and believe I had on myself. I didn’t want this to happen but, I’m sorry. I love every one of you and will always do.