Death
im dead thats what they say, i have no life, that i care for no one and nothing, that the only pain i feel is my loneliness, that the one thing i fear is my self, so-what i wear black so i dont talk to no one, so i hate life, so i fear my own pain whats it to any one i feel pain like every one else, its not the reason you hate me.
you hate me because im different because your afriad ill still your attention your afriad you wont be noticed that your life is all about how your friends pay attention to you and with something in you way it makes you feel less appresheated and oaqward so you go and make me hate you more you make me thrash my self you make me feel more pain, so this is what ill do for you ill slice my arm ill think of death ill cut out my eyes ill burn my skin so no one could even stand to look at me and ill right a letter to conforming my death then ill stab my heart and fall on the floor and sit dying just so i can see your pain when you read the letter :
dear Jake
your reading this im dying because of you, you want tou world perfect again so you get what you want my life for you perfect world what a trade i die and you get poeple paying attention to you instead of my differenciality so nows about the time you walk away and live in your world and forget that you ever knew me
your old friend
kaisey