If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this. I wouldn’t have this problem where I have to get myself help. I have to sit here in my fucking room and cry all the damn time wondering what the fuck I did wrong this time.
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this. I wouldn’t have this problem where I have to get myself help. I have to sit here in my fucking room and cry all the damn time wondering what the fuck I did wrong this time. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be sick in the head. I wouldn’t have wanted to kill myself in the beginning, and I wouldn’t be here. Everything that’s happened to me is your fault. All because you want to do everything for yourself to make yourself happy. You hurt the people you love for your own satisfaction. The whole time you sat back and watched me suffer. You watched me hurt myself from something you had done to me. You lied to me. You sat there and looked me in the eyes as you held my razor cut arms, and you couldn’t even tell me then. You couldn’t tell me and let me save myself then. No. I just had to find out the hard way. And then, when I was getting better, and I no longer wanted to die, you took me away from the people who loved me the most. The people who helped make me better. The only person who really loved me. And now, I sit alone knows instead of knowing absolutely nothing. I have no friends! And it’s your entire fault! Everyday in class, I listen to the other people talk about their usual gossip. I want to gossip again. I want to know something no one else does! And eventually… you’re going to pull my last lifeline away from me. And I will be alone, again.