After sitting in the waiting room for a whole day, the receptionist told me I had to leave. I kept pleading her to let me stay but she wouldn't listen to me. I walked out of the hospital with my head to the ground. It should be me in there not him. I wandered around the streets for a while wondering what to do with myself. I tried to walk to a nearby coffee shop but i just couldn't. The guilt followed me everywhere. I was hopeless, a lost cause. Everyone would be much better off if i was dead...