Sometimes it's too much for me...
How beautiful can life be? How cruel?
I didn't have a hard life...
and still I wanted to end it.
There were people helping me through and I thought they would be there forever...
They won't even look at me, nor say Goodbye.
And then there's you. You didn't even know me at that time...
Do you know me?
Yet your understanding...
How can you be so vulnerable but unaware of hurting me?
Today you apologized for being mean, when I didn't even notice.
Can't you see?
I don't want you to lie to me...
I just don't want to hear
I'm all messed up. I'm all wrong. And I can't see why someone like you would even bother to talk to me.
I'm messing you up, too. Even though you were from the beginning... I'm no good for you...
I don't want to let go.
I feel like I'm hurting you permanently. And I can't stop.
Are you aware?
I don't even know if I feel good or like killing myself right now...
I'm a mess.
I want you to read this.
No, I don't.
I'm afraid that you'll get hurt.