Count them as they go down.

7, 8, 9, 10.

This is taking too long.

Where did I put it?

Why can't I find it?

What did you do with it?

Did you hide it from me?

I don't see why.

You don't give a fuck about me


You never did

You lied.

I am tired of being lied too

I am tired of being hurt

So I am gonna make it so you or anybody else can ever hurt me again


I'm slipping 

In and out of consciousness 

But this is still taking to long

I want it to be over I cant take it

Where is that rope?

Where is that stool?

It has to be here somewhere

Did you hide that from me too?

I don't see why.

You hate me.


You say you don't 

That's a lie too

If you didn't hate me

You wouldn't like to see me cry

You wouldn't like to hurt me


Those sirens you're hearing are coming for me.

Because they found me

They found me hanging there from my ceiling

with cuts all down my wrist

and empty pill bottles on the floor


You did this.

You killed me.

I hope you cant sleep because of me.

I hope this drives you mad

You're a murder.

But I still love you

Even though you did this too me

You still have my heart

And it's not fair


You don't deserve it everyone was right! 

You don't deserve to be happy!

You deserve to be miserable just like I was.

That's right was cause I am dead now.


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