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Please God.
Dear God,
i can not take this pain anymore.i can not take what's beyond those doors.the beatings,the yelling,the confrontation,the lies,the death of me will be no surprise.so when i hush the demons inside my head with that clean slice of crimson red,i ask of you my last request before im cold and dead:
tell my mommy,im not sorry,she knew that it was coming.
tell my daddy,even thought he fucked up, he's still loving.
please tell my sisters not to cry.
and help my best friend find the right guy.
tell my person-wait i don;t have one,but tell that person,we could have had fun.
the blood is rushing now,staining and rushing,it's almost gone but im not pushing.
tell my friends that it had to be done,but thank you so,for all the fun,
tell my camp pals they were my heart and soul,and for not saying that,on me it took a toll.
tell my puppy i love him, and don't shit on my floor while im away.
tell my old classmates wearing pink isn't gay.
Dear God, i have on last request before i have to flee;
tell the world they weren;t ready.
tell them they weren't ready for me.
