K.Y.S

Another wish for another day.
Another damn piece of paper for another damn, boring day.
Another.
And Another.
Nothing surprised me about my routine.
Actually, I was quite happy I could maintain one.
I swirled my hand in the jar for some time, in an attempt to entertain myself.
I lifted my hand and unfolded the pink little sheet.
"Kys
-Everyone"
It's just some stupid note.
Nobody really wanted me to kill myself.
I wasn't hated to the point of suicide notes.
Right?
It's just a few words.
It's just a few words.
But words kill.