Friday, the Truth Hits You

It’s Friday morning

And there’s no reason to live.

Your friends don’t seem to care

And the  only one

You could talk to

And cry to

Is gone.

You chased him off

Because you can’t help

Your stupidity.

You made the only one

That could ever love you

Leave you

Forever.

You’ll never be happy

Again.

It’s all because

Of your choices

That you knew were wrong,

But you didn’t care.

You were too busy

Crying into your pillow,

Sobbing and screaming,

And letting the tears flow:

A river dribbling down your face.

You don’t care that you’re ugly

And you don’t care about anyone.

Now that you’re alone,

Take the knife

And carve it down your veins.

Take the knife

And draw it into your chest.

Leave this world

So everyone else can be happy

Without you.

Author's Note

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