I want my death to be a mystery
There’s no way out alive why not make it sooner
We were the same in different ways. I want to do the same I’m just scared of hurting everybody.
God damn if only I could talk to you
I’m so sorry
Tonight I found myself going back to your Facebook, Looking at your posts, trying to get into your mind, feel what you were feeling. We are the same in different ways. We act the same, hide the depression and make it a surprise. Guess what? I still fucking miss you. I wonder everyday how different things would be if I gave you a chance. I find myself crying and wishing I knew you better.
I’m sorry but I have to say it, I deserve nothing but death