i hate myself
i hate you
i hate everyone but there is nothing i can do but commit suicide and give up my life
for a few little things, i'll probably use a knife.
i'll leave a note to let you know where i've gone and why i'll go why i wnet there and what i did. everyone thought i was a perfect kid
you kept my life going in all the wrong ways it was all down hill until today
before igo i'll take a puff of that wacky good green stuff. it calms you nerves so they have spoke
ps... this is no joke!
