Dear Mom,

suicide

dear mom,

when i got inside the room,

that was supposedly mine,

i sat on the bed,

that was also supposedly mine.

i stared at marcus's bed,

which was empty,

and felt every bad thing that happened to me,

well that it just finally was hitting me,

right in my heart,

and my mind.

i wanted to curl up in a ball,

and well simply just cry.

i hated how every bad happens to me,

i hated how my life was being broken,

no,

was already broken.

i hated feeling sad,

i hated feeling jealousy,

anger,

stressful.

i hated even having one lung that works,

i hate this oxygen tank!

i hate it.

i hate it.

i really hate it.

i hate everything.

i hate my life.

why don't i do the world a favor,

why don't i do emma and jack a favor,

why don't i do the voices a favor,

and just end my life already.

i've been told multiple times from everyone,

from emma and jack,

from the voices,

just to do it.

what's the fastest and painful way to just end it all?

i could just jump out of the window in my room.

there are four floors.

yeah,

i'll do that.

sorry mommy,

sorry daddy,

sorry cedric,

sorry aaron,

sorry angie,

sorry marcus,

sorry mr.raccoon,

sorry everyone.

love,

ann

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