Not depression.. Revenge.

It's not just because I'm sad.

Suicide..
It's the easy way out.
Sometimes it feels like the only way out.
I think about the letter I'm going to leave for you to read when I'm gone.
Showing you how you really made me feel.
I want you to feel tormented by the thought of it.
I want you to think about me every second of everyday after I'm gone.
Just to drive you insane.
I cant wait for the sirens of my ambulance to echo in your ears
and the image of my brains on the wall to never leave your fucked up mind.
I hate you and i always will.
I'm sad.. But its not depression that makes me think this way.
It's getting back at you that puts these thoughts in my head.