Last Words

***** Trigger Warning ***** NOT an actual suicide note. written in high school after trying unsuccessfully to ask for help. (1998)

You think that we're the same
But I'm not perfect like you.
And what you don't know can't hurt you
But it hurts me more than you will ever know.

You'll never understand why I'm the way I am
Because you're too blind to see
The messed up things I'm doing to myself
Even when it's right in front of you.

I've tried to tell you how I feel
But you can't seem to take me seriously
I guess the only way to show you
Is to just give up and die.

I don't want to live with the guilt
or the sadness, sickness, and hatred you just can't see.
It's harder to deal with than you can imagine.
And I hope that you will never feel like me.