A diary of my daily thoughts

And I know, in a year, you’ll forget I’m gone, ‘cause I’m not really something to be dwelled on. That’s what they used to tell me, all those kids at school, so I’m going by the law majority rules

he carried on like a soldier with a battle wound,
Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed

“but I can’t deal with the pain, I’m not a fighter.”

You’re the best friend that I ever had, Such a shame I had to make you so very sad, Just remember that you meant everything to me, And to my heart you’re the only one that held the key

“Look at me now are you proud of your precious child? She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon tears of pain it’ll all be over soon the chair fell down as she took her final breath it’s all over, all gone now she’s greeting death.” Her last words

Lately I’ve really been thinking about ending it. It’s been a constant thought Everything would be so much easier for me and everyone else if I was gone.

She was tired. Mentally and physically. She wanted to close her eyes and never open them again.