After Life

As i sit in my room i think and think then i look over see the blade think of my life how much i hate it how much it sucks then i take the blade and slit my wrist then its over i cant change it its over im gone dead forever. Then, i see people all sad, like me i go over and talk to them, they seem nice, we have a lot in common we all commited suicide we all hated our life we were all, depressed we were in another life just not the real world a whole new world dead people everwhere almost like a spirtit of some sort and then we realised all of us there together for once in our life we were happy.