If only I could convey to you what is in my head.

Surely that would make you understand.

The confusion that you put me through.

It is your fault.

Now you lie on the floor.

A knife in your gut.

Are you as confused as I am?

Or do you relish in the fact that you no longer need to worry?

Did I make it easy for you?

Do you no longer care for life’s woes?

Of course not.

You’re fucking dead!

It was you who drove me to this point!

You never accepted who I was!

You told me,

Be who you want to be,

We will never stand in your way.

Be who you want to be…

…As long as it is who we want you to be!

What was so wrong with me?

Why did you disapprove of me so?

Freedom was all that I asked of you!

Freedom you fuckers!

Freedom!

I was always good.

I rarely did anything to “disappoint” you.

I stood on the inside of the glass.

Looking out.

Letting life pass by me.

It was like a movie.

A really fucked-up movie about a boy that was never given the chance to live!

Now look at you!

Did you want to live?

Did you want to continue to exist in this day and age?

Well guess what?

You drove yourself into the burning, fiery gates of hell!

You signed the deal in your own blood.

You placed yourself in your own grave.

You drove your own hearse.

I had nothing to do with it.

You’re the ones who made me this way.

Fuck society!

Society had nothing to do with it!

Society supported me!

I’d better be careful.

I don’t know how society is going to deal with this.

Will they still support me?

Most likely not.

Oh well.

In the end they would screw me over too.

Who needs support?

I never had it.

And look at how I turned out!

Any questions you fucks?