I know how many lives I'll ruin.
I know they'll cry when I give in.
I know they'll actually regret every moment that I've spent crying or they've spent fighting with me or yelling at me.
I know the tables will finally turn.
I know my nephews and nieces who are still too you to understand, won't get why I'm suddenly not there.
I was young.
I wasn't supposed to die.
I know they won't get it.
I know it will hurt people.
Everyone.
My mom.
My birth giver.
My life giver.
My father who abandoned me.
My sister who never took the time or made the effort to see me.
My friends who didn't try to meet with me every single day of our life together.
My parents.
My siblings.
They'll regret the mean things they've said.
They'll wish and want to change the past.
I know.
But I just don't care anymore.
There was a time.
A time where I used to care.
But I don't anymore.
I don't care anymore.
