This is for suicide victims due to depression.
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As soon as the sun rise from its spot,
I gasped and took the last breath.
It was so quiet.
That even silence is unbearable to hear.

Floating, I feel like I'm floating in the air.
I look around, on the marbled floor;
Droplets of blood have stained its color.
The thin air harmonizes the rusty odor.
I caught a glimpse of my tiny body on top of the messy bed.
It was so awful to look at.
I felt pity just taking a glimpse of it.

Am I already dead?
Yet, a question is answered right in front of me.
Afloat, tried to touch my own hand,
But I couldn't,
That sense was gone.

I could hear how the birds sing softly outside the window,...