nothing feels better then to be dead.
blame who.
myself.
i asked for it.
but how was i to know.
i never knew this was coming.
im sorry.
though i know its to late to say now.
but what else can i say or do.
you cant even see this.
can you?still.
im not letting go.would you let me cry on you for the very last time?
the end.
9:41 PM