Blame the people who had the chance to save someone but didn't.
Don't blame me.
Blame those who chose to grow my anxiety, instead of listening to my cry.
Don't blame my family.
Blame those who listened to my dramas but told me to stop instead of encouraging me to live.
Don't blame my friends.
Blame those whose threatening me because they want my money.
Don't blame my teachers.
Blame those vendors who let me bought those ropes and blades and didn't ask what it is for.
Don't blame the police.
Blame those who saw my suicidal sides, my scars but chose not to care.
Don't blame the person whose reading this.
Don't blame yourself.
All of you is capable of stopping me to do this but is just too late.
Don't blame my demons for listening to me and giving me advices.
Don't blame me for listening to them.
I just wan't to be free.
And I am sorry for chosing to be happy than continue living my hell life.
Sorry if you now have no one to throw your anger to.
Sorry if I can't now make you happy by hitting me so hard for you to lessen your burdens.
Sorry if I'm not there anymore.
Sorry if I cannot make you like me.
Sorry for crying to your punches.
Sorry for curing my wounds and scars.
Sorry for letting my blood flow into your hands.
Sorry if I got tired.
But still, I hope you're happy that now I'm gone.
Because when God asked me,
"Why choose this?"
I'll answer him
"No one would care anyway."
