All by myself

Driving around in my Chevy truck, the memories keep crashing around in my head. The memories won’t go away. There's only one way to end this. This guilt that's been eating me away. It's just me and the memories. My own father doesn't listen to me like I want. He doesn’t understand. The ones that do understand are either buried or with their own success'. I'm just driving around, I see the YMCA. I’ll drive there, work out maybe? No, I’m not going to work out. I grab the rope from the back of my truck, the memories pounding into me. Kiowa in the filth bath, I tried to grab his shoe, it slipped. I just let go. I’m walking to the gym, I have already written the letter to O’Brien, explaining, telling him about the story he needs to write. One more step to go. Putting the rope up, and ending it all. All the memories gone, it’ll finally be an end to the madness. Sorry dad, those medals you liked, I didn’t think it was worth it. I’m sorry Kiowa.