A white colored sky, a mind full of ill thoughts, sitting beneath the whispering trees.

The cold, harsh wind flows through the holes in his jacket into his sorrow filled bones. He runs his fingers through the dirt, numb to the feel but not to the pain. He looks up, hoping to see the sun, he wants to feel the warmth, he wants to see the sky bright again, but for him there is no hope.

            Goosebumps go down his skin to the thought of him ending it all. He’s angered at a past that never seems to clear his mind, madness takes over his rotting soul. He’s alone in a world of other with only the whispering trees to accompany him. The wind blows the trees back and forth leaving the horrifying sound in his head , a death call. He begins to walk towards a pond near the middle of the woods. Trees with long branches surround the water, he climbs a tree and sits on one of the branches...not forgetting to bring his rope with him.

              The young precious heart that was used for sick reasons is growing weak and has reached its final moments, suicide. The suffering boy who entered the world innocent, leaves his heartless corpse lost and shattered along the cold forrest, hung on the whispering trees.