It was a grey Monday morning. Henry gazed out the window and saw nothing but his reflection. Henry knew the time had come, and living was no longer an option. 

He was found in his apartment, laying flat on the bed. Spots of blood were scattered on the floor. His right wrist had deep cuts, so deep that blood soaked the sheets. Next to his wrist was a sharp knife, also amassed with blood. Henry laid there, dead. 

Under the bed a letter was found. The letter was a song, and on the back of it was blood. The following words were written in this blood:

To you my love.

-H

To the Readers of This Blog

We are the close friends of Henry Neuer. His death was a tragic one, and he will certainly be remembered as the selfless man who cared deeply for others.  Many of Henry's true emotions were poured onto this blog, so we thought it best to gather all relevant information regarding the details of his untimely death. May he rest in peace.

Suffer. Pain. Isolation. Grief. Despair. Death.

#myonlythoughts #myonlyemotions 

Goodbye my love. Goodbye my Rachel.