Everyone always says "you're such a happy guy".
If only they knew how much fucking pain I was in.
The demons in my head always talking to me, telling me I'll never amount to anything. Telling me to go ahead and do it. Take away the pain. No one will miss you when you're gone. Funny thing is, I've actually almost done it. Not because of heartbreak and all the things I've been through. Just to see how many people will actually miss me. People always say I'm their friend, and that they're always there for me when I need them. But who was actually there for all the shit I've been through? Nobody knows my story. I have been through hell and back but I've always managed to stay positive through it all. How, you may ask? Because I bottle everything up and let no one know. But my demons are fighting with me now. The ONLY reason I haven't went through with it, is my mother. My rock, my savior, my everything. I love her with everything I have. She doesn't deserve this disappointment of a son. She deserves the world. But life isn't fair and she knows that firsthand.
So let me take these pills and put everyone out of their misery.
Goodbye cruel world. Oh and Fuck You Life.
