Why did I pick up the phone if I knew I wouldnt...

I feel fake
I wear these happy feelings like a mask...

Hi im the guy you beat up last week
Im the guy you see kicked in the street...

Dear whoevers unlucky enough to read this letter
I will never see you again ever...

Every time it gets a little deeper
Every time I spilt more...

No I hate myself
I even made myself bleed...

My scars just wont go away
shit what will my dad say...

I hate you
You taunt me...

Now im dead I feel so free
How I died is quite a story...

As darkness falls I rise against
I prefer the light I struggle and crawl...