Dear Bullies and Society,
This note is for you. I am dead, as you may already know. I've decided to write this to you, not my friends and family, it would only bring them more agony, despair, and sorrow. This note is to tell you why I died... its you. You said horrible words that cut me deeper than those blades, choked me harder than the rope, and went faster through my brain than the bullet. You've made me feel worthless, a coward. People say self harm is caused by ourselves, but would we do it if these thoughts and doubts were not planted in our minds? We try to ignore you, but you use kept begging to be noticed by us. You want the last laugh... and you got it. You remind us of how we don't have friends or don't have enough. We do care for ourselves and so do our loved-ones, but you're the one that influenced us we don't matter or belong. You mock our music, skills, and styles, the only things that will always be there or make us ourselves. We thank you for setting us free from a cruel world, we can finally see something better than you or the lifestyles you mocked us for. Hopefully you will see the world's bad side as we did.
Sincerely, The ones you've naively killed
