Suicide Note
this one isnt really good...I only really like the chorus. Please rate. thxShe wrote:
I'm sure you're laughing now,
You all want me dead.
Trust me, I could tell.
By all the things "they" said.
They said I just didn't fit,
no one wanted me....
I believed.
** Those are the things she wrote!
It wasn't a song, not a poem....
it was her suicide note.
She wrote:
To all or any love,
I probably never had.
And all those friends,
imaginary, but please don't be sad.
I want you to know, I don't regret.
It wasn't easy to take this step,
but it was something I had to do.
I'll never remember forgetting you.
She wrote:
This is my tale of dispair.
From parents that were never there,
to where I made cuts along my throat...
I guess I just couldn't cope.
For the people that never understood,
and for those who never tried,
for those who did all they could,
to put me down, and help me die.
I just wanted a way out,
nothing that hasn't been jealous bound.
I guess I couldn't cope...
**Those are the things she wrote!
It wasn't a song, not a poem..
it was her suicide note.
I guess she just couldn't cope....
see those cuts along her wrists and throat?
The rope around her kneck? The bullet in her side?.....
You caused a suicide.
I'm sure you're laughing now,
You all want me dead.
Trust me, I could tell.
By all the things "they" said.
They said I just didn't fit,
no one wanted me....
I believed.
** Those are the things she wrote!
It wasn't a song, not a poem....
it was her suicide note.
She wrote:
To all or any love,
I probably never had.
And all those friends,
imaginary, but please don't be sad.
I want you to know, I don't regret.
It wasn't easy to take this step,
but it was something I had to do.
I'll never remember forgetting you.
She wrote:
This is my tale of dispair.
From parents that were never there,
to where I made cuts along my throat...
I guess I just couldn't cope.
For the people that never understood,
and for those who never tried,
for those who did all they could,
to put me down, and help me die.
I just wanted a way out,
nothing that hasn't been jealous bound.
I guess I couldn't cope...
**Those are the things she wrote!
It wasn't a song, not a poem..
it was her suicide note.
I guess she just couldn't cope....
see those cuts along her wrists and throat?
The rope around her kneck? The bullet in her side?.....
You caused a suicide.
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