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Dans pov

I cant fall asleep.. I feel alone, I feel desperate, I want need emotional relief.

But I know I cant get any, cutting is out of the picture. Alcohol is out of my reach, plus I cant with the medication still running through my system, and well, I cant do anything with Phil. He's to hurt right now, and honestly so am I.

Out of habit I start looking for my jet black journal hidden in my pillow case. The only way I get relief right now is writing suicide notes.

Wierd right? Well dont get me wrong. I never thought this would become a regular thing for me, infact it started out as a real note actually. But after I wrote it out and poured my feeling into this book, I felt so much better, and I never actually did it, well until a few days ago.

So as I grab my book once agian, I think for a bit even though im planning on just pouring out my heart, no thinking required. I grab my pen, and start writing.

                Dear Phil, I am writing this as a final goodbye.. and a thanks for being my sunshine on  my many, many cloudy days... but I used to only get those dark days every once and a while.. but now every day is cloudy.. now I don't feel anything exept saddness, when I do feel anything at all.. Every day has been this way for a long long time now Phil.. and im tired of the grey clouds...

goodbye my lion.. hopfully im happier now that im gone, dont forget about me Phil....

xoxo - Dan


A tear falls down my cheek as I put my pen down, replace the book in its hidden place and crawl under my sheet as I lay there I cant help but think how nice it would be to be in Phils arms right now.


A/N Im trying to edit a bit faster but I thinkthis is the last one for today, thanks for reading :]

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