DONE!

Im hurt.

Like , i cant go on any longer.

Im depressed.

The only thing that will take that away is that rope around my neck.

Ive been having bad thoughts.

Are you happy?

Will i only matter to you when im finally gone?

I use to be your everything. 

Now look , im a fucking mess.

You fucking destroyed me.

You left me alone.

You took off with that "hoe".

When will i matter to you ? 

Once i put that rope around my neck ?

Ill rather take the easy way out , and put that gun againts my head.

It will be easy , like , 1,2,3 im dead.

And you still wont care.

You dont care about me , and what you have done.

You only care about yourself.

Im fucking done....