Do you think it's been easy on me, wondering why I never hear from you? Wondering if you killed yourself, or if you simply don't care enough to send me a silly little msg. I hope you feel my pain when I'm icy to you, when I say spiteful words while the tears slide down my eyes, tears that you will never see. I hope you realize seeing that your online and haven't messaged me made my finger squeeze the trigger the little bit more so that the gun went off. I hope you realize you are the reason that bullet entered my cranium and ruptured the cells in my brain. You better know that you are the reason I died. You are every single reason for the life I stole. You are the reason a 16 year old girl will never survive the night. You killed me.