I.
Am.
Happy.
You will be the first...
And I will be happy for you to be the first...
Please,
Just don't leave.


And make sure to have protection

;)

You want to be listened to.
That I can handle.
I love the sound of your voice.
I can here it even through emails.
I can hear your voice.

You agree with me.
That makes me happy.
You forgave me,
That made me love you more.
You like my attempts to playfully **** you off,
Like when I know you hate furries,
So I draw them on the sidewalk with chalk...
I know you don't like K-pop,
So I send you links to my favorite K-pop songs...
And scream random sh*t.
You love me the way I am.

I will always listen to you.
If you say something stupid,
I'll agree with you.
If you're wrong,
I'll let you be right.
:)

You don't need to cry,
When you're on the run.
There is nobody to hurt.
There is nobody to lie to.

You don't need to speak,
When you're on the run.
There is nobody to talk to.
There is nobody to lie to.

I want to run.
I want to be free.
I want to speak the truth...

Here I am,
Falling down.
Falling down.
Here I am,
A burning touch against skin.
You run from me...
Why?
I know why...
Nevermind...
Here I am,
Falling down.
Falling down.

I won´t bother you again...
I promise.

How many times can you lie to someone?
How many times can you hurt someone?
How many times can you apologize for the number of times you´ve wounded someone?

How many times...
How many times...
I know I can be better,
I´m sorry...
I really am...
Please,
Forgive me...

Who do you plan to hurt today...?
Maybe...
Your mother?
She tries so hard to keep everybody happy and satisfied,
She never has the time to take a breath,
And deal with her own problems.
Then you lie to her,
Argue with her,
Try to make yourself right.
In the end,
You´re wrong.
Your´re just too stubborn...

Who do you plan to hurt today...?
Maybe...
Your father?
He works night and day,
Making money to barely pay the bills,
And what do you do?
Lie to him,
Make him feel like sh*t.
This is how you love people?

Why can you stop?
WHY CAN´T YOU STOP?!

Bang.

Please, not another emotional teenager who can't control their own emotions.
Please, not another one...
Cold,
Hard,
Silver pressed to their temple...
Blood racing,
Thoughts unclear.

Bang.
There goes another one.

Here comes another one.
But, she seems different...
She's...smiling?
Her short black hair,
Slightly hiding her left eye.
She slowly picks up the gun to check if it's loaded...
Then for a second,
You see her pain,
You see all the physical and mental pain she endured.
You see the days she would come home crying and bruised.
She thought she was "okay"...
She never told anyone,
She never told a soul.
"******"
"*****"
She thought she was "okay".
Her smile fades as she raises the gun to her right temple.
"Just do yourself a favor, and **** yourself."

Bang.
There goes another one...