Notes

my last letter
some day ill make it out of here, someday i wont feel this pain, someday ill fight my fears, someday ill be able to breath,someday i wont feel like a failure worthless empty,someday ill be heard, some day ill be seen, i dont wanna be alive i just wanna die, dont say that you all say, dont say stupid things,i wanna be alive like everyone but death happens inside when you feel like you dont matter when you see things through different color, the feeling of not feeling because the smallest sliver hurts like a thousand knives, smiling without meaning it hiding behind laughter, dealing with the mental illness of thinking your insane because you feel what others cant understand, constantly feeling tired, tired of crying,tired of thinking, tired of trying to no use,tired of being a problem tear me to pieces. i feel time running out the ticking of the clock i know ill make it out of here need a place to hide im all alone in my mind no one to run to no one to vent too making mistake after mistake while everything is hard enough.pushing every stranger away because i lack the trust to open up battered by a second life hiding behind the glass translucent like the rain you cant wash away the past.the voices in my head screaming you left your self in between heaven and hell you dont know what you have till its gone. life goes on after you die maybe my thoughts will be worth more after im gone