..I'm done.
Dear Anyone,
My heart is gone but I hope it not be forgotten my laugh will never make anyone happy anymore my love for everyone I knew was true. You laughed at me and said screw you I stood alone wondering why I came to a simple conclusion. You wanted me to commit suicide so here it is My last and final breath spent on this note. I'm sure you could care less but when I am gone and forgotten you will think of me once and be in pain but not me I will be laughing. No matter how hard I try you still don’t fucking understand, you still live with your head beneath the pillow shielding you from everything real, everything true I can’t help you anymore, I can’t even help myself. The world will be a better place with one less restless soul, one less silenced squeal to be ignored one less... until we meet again, maybe next time you’ll understand. Once this is gone, once physicality is gone, all that remains is peace the metaphor of life, that now is lost everything ever spoken of or believed soon is forgotten we’ll soon see who cares, you’ll soon see who cares. Your curtains drawn hiding what is real, hiding you from truth with no hands I can’t pull them back will my hands I can end it all, but not for you never for you, but just for myself I blame faith, I blame God I blame you, I blame the blame itself this is it, the final chapter in my novel
My heart is gone but I hope it not be forgotten my laugh will never make anyone happy anymore my love for everyone I knew was true. You laughed at me and said screw you I stood alone wondering why I came to a simple conclusion. You wanted me to commit suicide so here it is My last and final breath spent on this note. I'm sure you could care less but when I am gone and forgotten you will think of me once and be in pain but not me I will be laughing. No matter how hard I try you still don’t fucking understand, you still live with your head beneath the pillow shielding you from everything real, everything true I can’t help you anymore, I can’t even help myself. The world will be a better place with one less restless soul, one less silenced squeal to be ignored one less... until we meet again, maybe next time you’ll understand. Once this is gone, once physicality is gone, all that remains is peace the metaphor of life, that now is lost everything ever spoken of or believed soon is forgotten we’ll soon see who cares, you’ll soon see who cares. Your curtains drawn hiding what is real, hiding you from truth with no hands I can’t pull them back will my hands I can end it all, but not for you never for you, but just for myself I blame faith, I blame God I blame you, I blame the blame itself this is it, the final chapter in my novel