I sit forgotten on my bed, wishing that the world would end.
Maybe I'll die soon.
Maybe I'll be forever held in darkness were I belong.
My family doesn't worry,
Why should they?
They can find no evidence.
My "friends" have all moved on,
That's okay though,
I don't want to be remembered.
So I take my pen and paper
And write my last letter to the world.
To leave my legacy,
My mark a upon the world
Only to fade
I'm not suicidal so don't tell me I need help.