"If I were to commit suicide," she wrote
In the pain of the night
"Then this would be my suicide note."
And her writing gave her light:
They say if you have thoughts of suicide you should talk to someone, right?
Bunch of good that did
Because now I'm dead, and they're still alive
And don't you DARE say I didn't try
I talked until my lungs were out of air
People gave me the same answer when I said I felt talent less and sad
They said "No! You have plenty of talent , you'll do fine Just get some sleep, and be thankful for all you have"
They said it with such conviction, with such hope
Like the promise of individuality and success in life were iron clad
I think everyone really believes that too
Probably to hide themselves from the truth, because once you realize that
You don't really want to live anymore
And the truth, the harsh reality?
Is that you, everyone you know, and everyone you love is the same processed, cookie cutter piece of shit that we all are terrified of becoming
I could kill myself trying to change the world
I could scream until my voice was horse
Or I could just grow up and realize, that it's so much easier to end it now than to try for one day more