You wrote a poem over a year ago, and posted it a few weeks after I was going to **** myself.
You said "I feel like life wouldn't go on without her here."
Well, thinking about it,
I'm not here.
We're in separate worlds,
and you're doing just fine.
See?
If I would've taken all those pills and never woken up,
you would be living, breathing, and moving on.
I'm nothing anymore.
It's almost 1am. My insomnia has been terrible lately, but I have the Justin Timberlake concert tomorrow (well today), and then school starting the 7th. Sophomore year is going to be ******; I can already tell.