WHY do you do it, do you know what it feels like? The clean, cold blade running through my soft skin feels better then what you do to ME. The way you torment and criticize is THIS what I’m living for? Day after day, never happy, NEVER FEELING… HUMAN. I’M never enough.
My hand clutches the gun, finger DANGEROUSLY close to the trigger, dangerously close to what you want. My SUFFERING. My pain, distress, sadness and agony. You say I’m appalling, abysmal, evil, sinful… nothing. NOTHING to loose and I pull. The bullet goes through me like the thoughts of you go through my mind… then nothing. I am AT PEACE.
MY EYES open and CLOSE slowly and I smile KNOWING you soon will be happy that I WILL BE no more then an empty form and a FULL casket. Tears fill my eyes as I go through the last OF YOUR PAIN.
THE END.
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