You know I never wanted this, but you decided to get in my way. Danger is the way that this life works, and I know you've known all along. My love, you've left me with no choice; you cannot leave knowing the things you know. I've got no say. I need you to understand that, while I will dearly miss you, I have no choice. I can't comprehend why you couldn't just listen. This hurts me just as much as it will you. What in the fuck should I tell your father? I'll spread what's left where we first met. Now you've left me without anything left but to say that it's time to go; I fucking loved it, you were everything.
Go, live forever; The sooner I'm done with this the better. It's all the awful ones like you that just wear me down. Well, here's my resignment, signed and dated, now, I'm off to my own special place in hell. Don't you understand? It's a vacation for the bitter ones, where hopes were always gone. No, I'm not the first one to realize I was meant to die long before my time. I'll trust misanthropy for my time left with this world. I will live reserved. I need solitude. Leave me out to dry, at least here I'll die far from the so-called evolved. I know I'm not the only one who trusts nothing that's got air in its lungs. Nothing above distrust.
I'm nothing more than a dolled-up mess; like a drunk in a suit and tie. I reached the point of desperation so long ago that the ground was clear. I will be the last thing you see. I want you to see you weren't safe with me. You were never safe, you never will be. I've drowned myself in the liquid that I adore. 'Courage', something that I now feel but, it took you to make me realize. It took you to make me see my potential. I will be the last thing you see. I want you to see you weren't safe with me. You were never safe, you never will be. I will end you in the most appropriate way I can fathom. In the snow, nearly as cold as you were to me. Look me in the face, I need you to see that you were never safe. Never were, and never will be.
Fuck you and everyone who looks like you. All I do is fixate on the ways I would end both of us; cum while I cut my wrists looking into your dead eyes. Soon you'll be as cold as your heart always was. It doesn't matter how happy I get, if you're anything but miserable I am. Maybe I'm obsessed, but I have never felt focus as strong as this. Maybe it's a good thing, I can think clearly when I picture the life leaving your body. My God, what I'd give to see you dead, to know you're at rest and can never experience happiness ever again. It doesn't matter how happy I get, if you've got a glimmer of hope, I'm fucking miserable. I'm exhausting myself again. The only things that inspire me are the same ones killing me inside and out. Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Maybe I'll just try to fuck you until I think I love you again. I can't even tell you, at this point, where my mind will jump to next. Every time I think I'm passed this, I'm proven wrong. I have truly lost all sense of control here. The only time I smile is when I picture you dead at my feet.
Nothing comes after this. This is as good as it will get, don't pretend there's any sense in hoping for any more; this world is where it ends. Life would be better without me, with one less drunk cunt, bitter and then some. Ending this as soon as I can. I'm twenty two with a bad back, black heart, and black eyes. I am left in sheer disgust with those I am forced to spend the rest of my days with. I am the streaks on the glass that disrupt your view of the world. And when my final hour comes, don't be too surprised if you see a ray of sunshine. It's just the world celebrating for ridding itself of one more leech. Trust me, life would be better without me. I am the streaks on the glass that disrupt your view of the world.
Yeah, man.