I hate you
You taunt me...

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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