To Whomever May Care.

I dream too much, God knows I do... He gave me a heart and mind that curses me into pushing away people.. But after all my shortcomings are the fault..
I like to think that waiting with all of my heart an angel will come back, though I wait for the angel of death. I see a child grow into herself.
I must get away from this town...
I have to get out.
I have to get out...
We're born into the graves.
I tried so hard to be something for anybody..
Please, take care of yourselves... DO NOT become what I am. Please, God, don't let them become me..
I want to mysteriously disappear, let my enemies talk. Let my friends point out the enemies.
It's so easy to believe the world is such a safe and happy place as much as it is to believe it is nothing but ugliness and horrifying.
Can I live to see tomorrow?
Can I find the strength?
Is there anybody out there?
Maybe with me disappearing, everything will be fine.
Everything is my fault...
I may come back. But I will be sure I am hard, very hard, to find. I am crawling away for good.
I wont bother anybody anymore.
I'm sorry everybody.. I'm truly sorry.
Depression would kill us all if it had the chance.