do you know what its like to sit in the rain and think of everything youve
lost?
Do you know what it feels like to have blood dripping from your wrists?
Do you know what its like to have no friends with you on a friday night and
be all alone?
I bet you dont...youre so perfect...so loved by everyone.....
But that day when you spit on me, youll regret, because now you are gettin a
phone call that im dead....
I left you a note to read...it says what you are reading now...
You might think that this is just a poem but my question is : do you know
what this kind of poems is?
Its one of the poems that expresses whats going on in my head...do you know
that i really couldnt care if i died right now?
I bet you wouldnt care either...no one else does...even the people i hold
dear to my heart, they really wouldnt care....
So i think that one day, ill make you all regret treating me this way...one
day youll see the error in your ways...
And when you do just promise me this, love and cherish your kids, dont ever
give them a minute to feel unloved...make sure they know you care
Maybe then they wont have to feel the pain i do, because lord knows this
pain is like hell....death is not an answer they say....
If i can go to heaven and be out of your way, thats sounds fine to me, why
should i not leave....
Once again please dont think this is just a poem, when you get a call and
they say i died from loss of blood cutting my wrists....then youll see how
serious this is....
If this does happen, copy this poem down and cherish it forever that way
youll never forget my pain....
 
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