Let this be my official declaration.
I
am
done.
Done with joy, love, happiness and all of that
FAKE ****.
If I go on pretending there's absolutely no way I'll make it.

The only things
that I seem to understand are hate, jealousy, and fear.
In all my time
they are the only things that have always been here.

I
MUST
rip the mask from my face.
Otherwise I will never be done running this race.
Its truly a disgrace.

I sleep with a
GUN
next to my bed.
Not for my own protection
but so I might work up the courage
to shoot my self in the
head.

**** ME
**** LIFE
**** DEATH

and
if
you're
reading
this
then
****
YOU
TOO.