Hey mom, this part's for you
I told you I was crazy
I thought you knew
But you ignored me
And looked away
Yeah, she'll be alright for another day
We can't afford the pills she needs
We'll just have to wait
While she bleeds
Oh and dad thanks a lot
I hope you burn in hell
Beat me like I don't matter
And it's my fault you got jail?
I hate your guts
I hope you die
Cause you didn't care
How much I cried
You saw my pain
Drove me insane
By the way
This isn't a game
And Josh I love you
Don't ever forget
But I couldn't take
Always getting hit
Knocked around like it didn't matter
The world is just gonna make you sadder
It gets worse before it gets better
But baby please do me this favor
Hang on for dear life
Hang on love
And live for me
I'm sorry for the ignorance of others but everyone has a story that got them to their own hell and I'm sorry it's taken out on you.
I've been crazy, I've tried to kill myself and I've also seen the days of dark turn to days of light.
You are creative and crazy is only what other people call people they can't understand.
Find that ray of light within you = you don't have to perpetuate the anger, the violence or any of it.
Hang in there and keep your creative springs flowing! Life can be what you want it to be
This is so sad. I can totally relate to this. I don't say that about every suicide note I read, either. I've literally laid in my bed and thought about shooting my brains out, but I can't, you know? But, once again, that hit close to home for me, and I almost cried. Not a lot of poems, stories, whatever can make me do that.