I walk home every day scared and alone. I wonder if I should even go home. My dad might be there. What if he actually does kill me? These questions go through my head it's a war. I constantly try to walk the longest route I can. But instead it feels the shortest. I try to talk to friends. They rarely ever respond. I think about death. I always try. Then I think it's time to leave. I grab a bottle of pills and I think when have I ever felt this way I feel so damn helpless. There's only one way right? I think it's only gonna keep building and building I might as well die. As I take the pills I post to all my friends on Facebook that I care about.
Je tout mes amie. (To all my friends.)
je vous amie. (I love you).
Je dois partir. (I have to leave.)
Let these words set me free. I hope you all agree. Life got to depressing. Time for the pain to go away. Thanks for all my friends have done to keep me from this but I have to go.
As I shut off my Ipad I lay down and see the light fade to black. And my last breath was Fuck The World I'm Done Hiding.
