By the time you read this I hope to be dead.
It's the only way to escape demons in my head.
Can I really blame you for what you've done?
With or without you I was always a no one.
No this isn't all your fault I guess.
Though you never got me out of this mess.
Why should I blame anyone else but myself?
For always being hidden on your shelf.
You missed your oppurtunity to apologize.
For killing me with all your bullshit lies.
I know you tried your best to help me out.
But I guess all of you cared except your mouth.
Through all this I can't make you understand,
This is best for me, you've done all you can.
I was always the greens pushed off your plate.
It's out of our hands, just leave it to fate.
I was told I'd never live to be a father,
It was so nice of you to try and bother.
My funeral will be as empty as your heart.
If I was so great you would all take part.
I'm sure if I had a soulmate she would care.
But all of my friends will never be there.
I never know my family will care maybe.
Just because of my life insurance money.
My death will not affect a so called friend.
It will be a relief that this is the end.
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