Third note:

It wasn't so long ago, my heart froze, like jack frost passed by!
I have now become the embodiment of loneliness.
No matter how i explain where it hurts to others, they still don't understand.
So now, i know how to accept the taste of my tears, "sweet in another way"
Bitter is happiness, and tasty is the mother of pain's milk, that flows from her bare breast.
I have now come to understand, that depression, is a salvation into doom.

Second note:
Do you think, that maybe,
Just maybe, if i die... I'd be left alone??
I wouldn't have to listen to the soft, cold, voice of silence...
Like a taciturn wind and waves splashing on rocks by the river bank.
Some say, "God wouldn't give you problems you cannot handle"
So, why do i choke on my blessings and lose to my demons.
Depression is like an inspiration to give up.

First note:

Oh, but when you said i could fall...
In love!
You never mentioned, that no one else had ever survived the fall.
My chest feels like, a tsunami about to hit china.
I knew loving you wouldn't be easy...
But even lucifer survived the fall.
They say the "journey of a thousand miles begins with a step".
But...
What am i supposed to do if i have no feet??

Do you know it's been, ** days since you left??
You were right you know, I'm a ****** poet.
But john, i don't cry anymore like a baby.
But when i think of you, i look like how babies cry for milk.
Dear john, i still haven't finished the anime we started together.
It feels like the main character is dead.
Did you isekai by chance?
Dear john, will i be owkai??
Dear john, don't you think you're a bit selfish?? Dying all up on your own.
Seeing the cold razor-sharp edge of a short blade, on the floor, close to yhur now cold body.
Strangely i felt Warm, i was putting on your hoodie of shame.
Dear john, does it mean that God couldn't answer your prayers so you went to ask him instead??
But dear john??
Who would remember you, after my blade takes a deep dive into my veins??

The difference between a poet and art is the individual.
The difference between a pastor and the imam,is the religion.
The difference between life and death, is greed.
And the difference between love and hurt, is time!

There's little left to write...
That hasn't already been written.
So I'll say this to you.
You are not worth all the love that i have to give.
It's not a brag!
It's self worth.
I didn't copy it...
It's self taught.
No longer would i bend a knee to a servant, when i can be Queen.

Read carefully...
If you collected a penny for every time i cried over you.
You'd be broke!
My love for you, withered like a fairy tale, a long time ago.
Each time i see you, i glow up like an anime character!!
Nah, that's a lie, i ***** in my own mouth.
You were like the rush a child gets from much sugar in take.
Now you're like the vinegar that was fed to Jesus!
I'd love to keep this false love going.
But I'm too lazy for the circle.
I'll just keep saying "i love you" so you could keep feeling like you're deceiving me.
But he who laughs last... Laughs what??
Nah, he who laughs last will be an idiot left alone in the room.
That's what you are right now.