I'm sorry
I made a mistake, I
didn't mean to hurt you all.
But it's okay, see?
I might not come back one day
never to bother you again.
If I'm in enough pain
I just might throw my promise to the winds.
Not yet, though, you still
get to laugh, Life, as I
struggle through.
One day, I might give up. Find yourself
a new victim, and leave me alone
unless you want me gone.
Same to you, Mind-Bullies.
I'm ready, planned, and almost gone.
Why don't you go yet?
I start to echo the evil thoughts
But I have faith, she still wants me here
right?
