No longer will you see me cry

I thought you would understand

As the day comes to an end as the sky thickens with darkness i look back, i think back, and i am back

Finally coming to terms with what i've got to do in my minutes of life...kill you!

I'm sorri i didn't think you would find out about the pretty pictures on my wrist and leg

Is it ok that i slit my wrist?
No

Is it ok that i drink to forget?
No

Is it ok that i want to kill you?
No

Is it ok if i want to be dead?
Yes

Your knife stabs me in the back
Your fist hits my face
Your eyes pierce mine

The fact that you don't care hurts me the most.

The gun barrell to my head. After three, 1...2...3...*dead*

One day you will all be sorry.