Listen.
I really love him, but I know you do too.
He tells me about this girl he's in love with...
And I know it's not of me.
He goes on and on about her, it's endless..
I wish it were me he was talking about.
I know telling you this is strange, but you deserve to know.
The guy we're so madly in love with..
Is also madly in love with someone.
And you deserve to know that..
He's in love with you.
And it fucking hurts.
Why does it have to be you?
No offense.
I'm never the first choice.
I'm always last and it hurts so fucking much.
Please love him.
Take care of him.
Don't worry about me or my feelings.
No one ever does.
You two deserve each other.
I wish I could die.
To never see the blood run down my arms.
To never have to feel the pain of missing him.
I could be free.
I have it all in my mind.
It's all set.
The date, time, and day.
Where and when it will be.
How it'll end.
What I'll write.
It's sad to think..
I have everything planned and every one around me doesn't even know.
It's so strange.
One day everyone will wake up...
But I won't.
I'll be gone.
It'll be to late.
The blood.
The pills.
The blades.
The rope.
The chair.
The pen.
The papers.
It's all ready.
I won't look the same.
The colour in my face will be pale.
My lips will be purple.
My eyes will be glazed over, the brown no longer there.
My heart won't be beating.
My skin won't be warm.
My blood won't pump through me ever again.
And for once I might be happy.
Ever since he left.
Ever since they died.
Ever since I've been hurt abused.
I'll be happy for once in my life.
I might actually smile.
But until then I'll be here, waiting for the right time.
All because of you.
