there's no point anymore.
no one cares anymore,
no one else and definitely not me.
i'm going to divulge
all my secrets because
if i'm gone,
it won't matter what people remember.
1.
i hate almost everyone.
people are horrible creatures.
they move on,
they stop caring.
they leave you behind.
2.
i can't wait until the day
that my parents die because then
i'll be able to kill myself without
feeling any regret.
i'm selfish, but
not so selfish as to hurt others.
(that's the worst kind of selfish, isn't it.
enough to want to die but
not enough to just do it.)
3.
i hate myself, too,
and i'm counting down the seconds until it'll be okay to
just die.
fuck this shit.
i'm done.
i'm out.
4.
i hate myself more than
i have ever hated anyone else because
i am not worth anything to anyone i'm
a piece of shit that people just
accidently step on.
5.
i want to leave.
just stop breathing and be free.
6.
you might know who you are.
you might not.
but if i kill myself-
if i slit my wrists and bleed to death, if
i gulp down a million painkillers and wait, if
i jump in front of a moving car on a
summer day, just know.
you did this.
you killed me.
no,
don't worry.
i forgive you.
(everything is my fault any way.)