As I sit here writing this note
I can see all of your faces with expression of hope.
I love you all very much.
Words could never express.
But see, I do not love myself.
I do not live the life that was meant to be.
I live in my dark corner that will become my pit.
I've become so sick.
So sick of this world.
Please dont be sad.
I know I'm being conceited.
I will understand if this makes you mad.
But can't you see I've been defeated.
Let go and feel no guilt.
I'm sure your world can be rebuilt.
This is not your fault.
Only mine.
I will not retry.
This is the where I say good bye.
