Dear Who It May Concern,
I fought too much this is it
i kept everything inside i had enough of this shi*t
f*ck everyone that made me miserable...yea and f*ck john
f*ck every peice of shi*t,their families and their little ones
shi*t u dun think that i hear
bitch u dun care
it's enough that i've to bare
no one understands me
no one cares watz inside me
u try to deni me
f*ck everybody
i'm in the dark i can't see
i'm not broken so dun try to fix me
watz the piont of losing my breathe
to talk about my problems
no one can't sovle them
its a rush to the head
i'm numb i feel dead
i'm like a helpless bird on the street
waiting for sumone to pick up thier feet
and kill me
dun take me home
i'm a damn rebel i walk alone
in the shadows that guide me
thatz the only thing that helps me
should i walk off of this ledge
or put this blade to my neck
drag it a cross
its too much pressure i'm exhuast
i'm gunna be dead no shout of a doubt
f*ck this i'm out
i hope ya happy now
Love,
Marina
