The world hates you, so what do you do? you listen to the
voice inside your head telling you one and your heart
telling you another. Too many tears you cried so many you
never lied upon but your the one to blame for the things
THEY DO; too much drama in your life all around you, you
begin to believe what's being told to you. Refuse to cry
another night why when you could just take your life?
contemplating suicide means never worrying about being a
burden to everyone, because that's one less peron to worry
about; your pillow soaked in tears like a puddle of rain in
a hole in the ground, so tired of fighting against the one's
you'll never win. One last entry in my diary before I say
good-bye, it's only to tell you how deeply sorry I am for
being the burden on your heart and hope you can forget me
for that and what I'm about to do. Words would have never
expressed enough how much love I have for everyone, tell the
family I'm gone for good and I don't mean I ran away, let
them indulge in deep thought what you mean. Show them the
letter I wrote before I left telling how I felt about them
and how I felt like the failure to the family, stay together
and keep in touch with one another is my only wish I had
before I passed and hopefully you kept. I know where my soul
is headed, no surprise I bought it upon myself but I'm not
around and I cannot bring myself back to life.Can't answer
my own question, so much confusion in the air I dare not try
to understand my own question, seeing as it will only puzzle
my brain even more but I put leave my question open to the
public: is it really worth living for?