Garden Of Words, Love, Hate, And Poetry

A note for you.

Sorry that I let you down. I'm sorry I'm so sorry, now I guess this is my suicide note. I find it quite funny to be writing one of these because my notes are filled with them. But you always was able to talk me through it.

Now I'm thinking, and realizing, when I think of everything that hurts me your name wouldnt be there, but now; your the first thing.

I'm wondering what did I do wrong? But I know what I did. I usually vent too you, so when you left and basically told me to fuck off.. I had to vent too someone else.

I'm sorry I made people hate you, that was never my intention. It hurts to know that the person I love loads, hates me.

This is very stupid and useless because I know I'll probably not go through it.

But hey, maybe I will.

Maybe.. in my beautiful world, we would still be friends. Maybe something more

Maybe.

Maybe.. I'd be okay, I'd be happy.