Old Suicide notes

Inside i'm screaming
i'm pleading
i'm dieing
for old hopes of tommorrow

tonite when I wake I long for a reason
for tommorrow only holds sadness

and the repeat of my sickness

to think it'll be okay,but really it won't
is just a mind game of mine

I start to scramble threw papers
of old memories and poems
Long time since I've expressed myself so morbidly
Tiny fake tears escape my empty eyes
as I search for more

But I find that old box
that holds old suicide notes
one thats crimpled
one thats faded
one thats so sadly coverd in my own blood
and one that shows 1 true tear drop that stains the paper

every biginning of every note
starts with To Whom It May Concern

To whom I'm sorry for being selfish
for giving in so fast
for not caring enough
for I am consumed with undieing pain

But I cared alot,but only got hurt
I loved alot,but only felt stupid
I did my best to please you,but it got me no where
I'm left standing alone,hurting,dieing,needing,and regreting that I ever gave two shits about anyone

While everyone in some way or another has left me with this undieing pain inside,with the suicide notes scaterd all around me......

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