What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? About anyone? About me, about us. Fuck that what about your little brother, I know you hated me at that moment, but did he deserve that, you know he found you, he'll never be the same, but then I guess you won't either. Because you're dead. I just don't understand why you would throw it all away, everything just wasted, fuck that why do you get to go and leave this mess behind, am I supposed to clean it up? Because everyone looks at me like I should be fixing everybody, saying that what happened was a horrible accident and that suicide isn't the answer? Seemed to work out for you, you took the easy way, and left me with this mess. So, fuck you, why would you leave like this, here one day gone the next? Fuck that, am I supposed to love you one day and stop the next? You know I can't do that. I miss you asshole, I would give anything to watch you laugh again. I love you; I hate you; I need you, I can't live without you, but I guess you couldn't live with me, fuck you.
All the things I should have...
By lemon_boy62
Lynn writes a letter to her dead best friend every day to cope with her suicide, will Lynn be able to move on... More