Author: soft-spoken PM
This is part of many suicide letters. Why is it on here? Because I'm thinking of turning them into something after I add more. Maybe it'll even turn into something humorous in a twisted way. I don't know for now.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,250 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 05-15-07 - Published: 05-12-07 - id: 2360653
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I covered my ears. I hid my fears, but you're what happens when "two substances collide". I kept you out of my mouth. I tried to keep you out of my head – wouldn't you say that turned out to be a bust? I opened my heart to you and you simply turned your head and pretended not to hear me. Oh woe is what became of me, for I cannot bare what it is I am any longer – I became a flower from a seed for you, but you don't care, you don't care. I only wish I could make you care. The only reason I live, is for the one who gave life to me, and for the tiny hope that you and I could become one again. But I think now I'll have to let my mother down, and let my hopes collapse – let you feel what I felt. I'm tired. I'm full. I'm letting go. My hands are getting' sweaty and I'm about to slip. I wrote you a letter, telling you that I really didn't think you deserved one, but he was the reason I kept it up but now I'm giving it up. Maybe one day we'll meet again, but this time, I screwed up.
But it's a strange feeling I have belt up within myself, I'm full of conflict, I want to love- but I want to hate that which is not right, I want to die but I want to live – just to be a change for the world, to make change. Today was supposed to be a resolution, but you ignored it once again. I don't think my heart can take another let down, so I'll let go instead.
I just wanted you to know, you could have made this alright, you could have opened your eyes, ears – your heart. Nobody will ever love you honestly, as I did.
It doesn't matter anymore,