Overwhelmed With A Thought

You would think the people thats acted like they care would really mean it
All they hope and dream of is your pitiful death
They will come to your funeral with their fake tears to surround themselves in lies
They don't really care about you
Its a Freaking act.
They want you dead so they don't have to pay your debt anymore
My death clears their name, their thought...
But what about me you may ask?
The people I thought cared about me just want me dead
I'm not wanted by anyone
Your thinking "Ashley, this is all in your head"
I'm not freaking crazy!
I'm not making this up
I'll freaking show you!
I'll kill myself before your portrait of my death can be painted
You want me out?
Thats fine
I'm done breathing