Im sorry that it ended like this, but obviously I couldnt take it anymore
But maybe Im not sorry
because if somebody hadnt pushed me over the edge
i might still be here
living
breathing
in and out the toxic fumes humans have created
so i hope my passing has set an example
that people can die because of what you say
and Id rather sticks and stones break my bones
because that would hurt less than what you did to me.
your words drove into my skin
and it made me feel more and more human
while you turned into a monster.
the demon that lurks under your bed
for me; that was you.
You were the monster in my closet
but i guess i should be thanking you
because you let me excape before all the demons realised
how vulenably human i was
