Do you hear when I scream, when I cry out from pain? Do you see me bleed? See me shatter? Do you get so close to saying something and then change your mind? Do you type something and the delete it immediately? Do you feel like glass?
Well cool, we have something in common.
You’ll all cry for me one day. But you won’t really cry for me. You’ll cry out of your own sorrow. You’ll be so sad that your little psychologist left you. “What will I do now?” you think. Not “I can’t believe she is gone. It’s terrible that we made her feel so bad that she killed herself.” no, you won’t think that.
You won’t hear the message that my death will send, you’ll only hear yourself. Like always. Why should my death be any different? Why would you be any less selfish when I lay there cold and dead? You wouldn’t be. You’ll be just as selfish as always. But who knows, maybe just maybe one of you dimwits will get the message. But I HIGHLY doubt it.
P.S. All of the indented stuff was a letter to my “friends” and “family.” It was not directed in any way at anybody on this site.