I Want You To HearYou.You bring confusion to my life.Seems like some of the things you have said, they have been a lie.I don't know what I'm suppose to think anymore.You're here, you're gone.Faster than the moon, the stars and the sun.I don't know what I'm suppose to think anymore.All that I asked is that you be a friend.I never thought things would change.I should have seen it coming, from a million miles away.To be pushed out that door, with a slow gentle move, yea, I can see past thatAnd now, now I'm looking to you.If you could see me now, confusion in mindPerhaps we could forget what happened, and leave it all behind.I wish I could see you, and sit, face to faceHave a discussion so I know that this time hasn't been a waste.I don't know what I am suppose to do anymore,But I know for sure I don't want to exit this door.I see something worth it, a friendship that I can hold nearBut not when I have this uncontrollable fear.I should have seen it coming, from a million miles awayBut I
His NoteDear Roxas,Speak to me my preciousBut speak without a soundYou might wake meLying still on the groundYou don't want to wake meI chose to end it hereI know it may be hardBut please don't shed a tearI hated life, you seeI chose the best wayI hurt myself so muchEach and every dayI lay down on the floorSo calm, I did not cryFinally my wish has come trueOf always wanting to dieI see a tear in your eyePlease don't take the blameIt really isn't your faultThe knife just called my nameDon't think of me, I tell youMake that tear your lastI wasn't all that specialJust leave me in your pastI'm not worth your tearsOr your heartache deep insideMy presence is with you everydayEven though I diedSo speak to me my preciousBut speak without a soundI ask of you, don't wake meWhile I'm lying on the groundI'm sorry that I ended itBut here's a poem I wrotePlease don't cry as you readIt's just my suicide noteI love you.
HonestyWhy can no one ever be completely honest with me?Being too polite.Not giving me straight answers.Dancing around a subject.I would rather have people blunt with me,Than find out the hard way later on.But no one ever tells me the full truth.Sometimes,I hate words.No, not words, the way people use them.It's sad that you can't often express yourself as much as you'd like.That you can't let your thoughts and emotions be free.Because others would react badly.And no one wants that.I wish you could take risks without fearing the consequences,Throw yourself out there and let the world do its worst.But right now, that's not possible.I understand the reason for being polite.But sometimes, just sometimes,I really wish we didn't have to be."Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss.