you can't save me
lost and insecurea self loathing hate
insecurity in its worst form
starving for security.
wishing someone would save me
im lying on the ground
a knife gripped in my left hand
a gun in the right
a letter which i write tonight:
dear mom and dad,
a part of me cant go on
ive given up and i apologize
i love you both with all my heart
im sorry for all that i have done
and all I couldnt do.
Ive given up on myself; I didnt know what else to do.
Forgive me please, I thought it was best.
Tell everyone I love them.
Now let me be at rest.
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