Jake Roen

I'm begging you, please end my life.

but only so they all have a real chance to tell me they hate me.

my first time on twitter in months and i spell a last name wrong... shot me know now

... in a bout 20/25 mins. Go to the park and have and orange or two. Remind myself of all the reasons I left. Remind my self of all the reasons I'm leaving hoping the ones I miss would all appear and apologize, for something they've no clue they've done, so I could apologize for the grief it gave and fill my role as blame taker once again. meet me there and make your mark tell me thing i think about only in darkness like a frightened child, collapsed crying on the floor. My life, My life. Oh sweet good my lie. All is lost in vertigo mind. meet me at the park in about thirty minutes times. count the blessing as fall from the night sky, just bask in the beauty of the fearsome, all-knowing eye. Just tell me why you left, tell me why you never called, tell me why you chased my ghost, tell me why you lied. And I'll answer all your question. the truth spoken in every line. I'll tell you all about me. and for the first time distinguish the difference between honesty, life, and lies.