Hey there, once more;
It's me again sad and torn.
Not much has changed, I still hate myself.
I still wish I wasn't born.
I'm running low on patience.
I'm getting sick of my existence.
When does it end?
I know I've been a bad person.
I'm not perfect.
An insect.
But I'm still trying.
Slowly dying, but who cares?
Same nightmares.
Just writing to remind you;
That I'll probably never find you.
But I don't mind you.
I'd rather stand by you than hide you.
Well, I got to go;
It's time for me to wake.
Don't wait.
I hate to leave you all alone;
But I have to see reality.
Sincerely, Me.