Your crying does not stop.
You've already given everything to this world, your dreams, your hopes, your innocence ... everything.
You feel that not a bit of you remains, of what you were.
You went to the room and abruptly opened the door.
With tears falling down your cheeks and with anger at everything, you approached the old wardrobe and desperately moved it, you did it with so much force that you managed to make it fall. You didn't care and knelt in front of a big hole in the wall.
From this you took a small box already battered and opened it.
Took out a revolver, you took it from the handle and looked at it, there were only two bullets in the drum.
You stroked the canyon and immediately thousands of memories filled your mind ...
You held the gun tight and your anger grew.
You sighed intensely and a great cry came out of you, this caused more tears to wet your face ...
So much accumulated pain ... what an easy way to end it all.