When you think of me,
Remember an empty chip wrapper,
Crushed up and thrown away,
Drifting sadly down a smelly city street.
When you mourn for me,
Don't assume you knew me,
Envisioning a happy kid.
Remember me as I was,
A ball of self destruction.
Needy, broken and horribly selfish.
Remember me as the girl who swallowed six shots of vodka for breakfast instead of dealing with her problems.
Remember me as the girl who smoked cigarettes at empty playgrounds instead of handling her stress like most people do.
Remember me as the girl selfish enough to take her own life, knowing it would hurt the people she cared about.
And when they find my broken body,
Hanging from the ceiling with bloody wrists and broken hips,
Remember me as I really was,
Not the pretty picture you've painted of me,
But suicidal, and driven mad by the thought of finally being at peace.
