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it’s been a while since I wrote something suicidal,
which means my mental is giving up on me aswell.
Everyday at the moment I’ve been feeling the same,
when I die no one will ever remember my name.
I’ll just be one less problem for you to think about,
then again it was you who wanted to be out,
of a relationship we both loved and shared
however, going back to him you couldn’t have cared.
it’s not the fact it was him you chose over me,
but the fact it was happening so suddenly.
not a day goes by when I regret what I chose,
and that was to give you a chance when god knows,
you would have just done this again anyway.
Were the memories really worth my mistake?
Writing this now my emotions they can take,
everything I’m feeling and putting down in this page.
I was like the joke that will continue to just age,
but at least  I’m feeling better and over you,
The feelings and memories I had now never felt true.