Tue, 10/01/2013 - 12:08 -- krae.97


They say it's a selfish act.

Trust me I realize that.

But it doesn't prevent me from thinking about it.

I know I'd be taking the easy way out.

But if that means escaping from the pain,

Then so be it.

I've lost so many people to it.

Yet that still doesn't change my desire.

I'd hope that they'd understand.

Call me a coward, whatever you will.

Just know that I couldn't take it.

Depression is eating me alive.

Soon enough something will push me over the edge.

I hope you'll all remember how much I love you.

Curse my name,

Cast eyes upon my casket in shame.

But please know that I'm happy and in a better place.

Now no one can bully me.

No one can make me feel unworthy.

But most of all,

I want you to know I died with a smile upon my face.

No mask, just pure joy.

That's what you'd want, right?

Even if it meant that I committed suicide.



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