One day~you will feel the pain I felt~you will cry I tears I cried~ you will die the death I died

(I have no idea if someone made this up before but if someone did they get credit)

She will die with the Lord in her soul~him in her heart~and a bullet in her mind

I lose [everything] in life I need... Why can't you still be alive?

Waiting till she can be alone to be with her best friend who sees the tears for what they really are....

My parents tell me not to write anymore... if I don't write how will I express myself...

She likes being called those names that is the only way she knows she is noticed...

When she is ready to die that knife will slit that beautiful neck of hers...

Why is it... when you wait for someone/thing you really want it takes forever to come back... but for the people/things you don't care about it doesn't take no time at all to happen??
(finally crying red tears, two weeks is long enough to wait)

I wish I could take those pills soo I can get the sleep I need

"I love you, hunny"... Some people call it a love letter I call it my suicide note