Well hello Abigail!
You look gorgeous, it's true.
Your smile and laugh really fits you.
Even though you fret or stress about your hair being undone,
it doesn't take away from you, always a load of fun.
I really love you, like a lot.
You make me happy even if I'm not.

I can finally stop.
I can stop hoping,
giggling,
wishing,
thinking,
and dreaming
about a sure to be nightmare.
**but it's all over now

Silly me to think of hope,
I'd be less confused if
my head were filled with dope.

I could talk to you all night,
about yourself, in my heart,
and you'd never even know.

it's really funny how I literally made you smile when you were really sad, and you still go to her when she was the one who made it all bad. she hurt you, yet "I love her so much." what. excuse me? I'm really confused?
when I said:
"It's really hard to get rid of your feelings for someone."
and you replied with,
"yeah especially the person of your dreams"
I knew that you never cared, because I was talking to you about you and her, but also you and myself.

it's really hilarious that
I spend my time trying to
make you smile when you're sad.
yet all you've done,
is ignore me and
that makes me feel bad.
you're welcome though I guess,
because my heart is stupid
and it loves you nonetheless.

And now everything's beautiful
with the lovely golden kiss of autumn.

Help
A
Nearly
Named
Actually a
Horrible suicide

But
Actually
Killed
Everyone
R**ound