No

Don’t come around now

You made the choice

This time sorry isn’t going to mean anything to me cause you have had more than enough chances to be there be better

NOT MY PROBLEM

don’t ruin my night cause you don’t know how to be a decent person

Don’t show up where I am

Stay away

Too much

I can’t talk to you anymore

You ruined it

When I needed you the most

Trust me

It’s better this way

Goodbye

Here’s one for you

You make me

Want to

Jump

Off

A

Building

You can’t help the situation

You only make it worse

And you don’t give a fuck

Twisted Gold Ring

I miss that time

Before all this shit

Went to shit

You gave me a ring

It was simple

Yet pretty

And it meant the world to me

But you pissed me off

And I threw it out the window of my car

ran it over

It had a kink in it after that

And I loved it even more than before

You gave it back to me and I wish I never gave it back to you after that

I miss that time and

I miss that little gold ring

Cause it came from your heart

Which just like you,

I never see anymore

And probably won’t see ever again

When you realize

Go out

Try to be a person

Fail

Miserably

Go home…

And realize

Nothing helps

This needs to end

Soon

When someone loves you

They will not ignore you

When you’re going through difficult times

They will be there

If making paper is more important that making love

Or making someone bappy

Or being there for someone

Who really needs it

Then this is not my word

And you are not my kind of people

You don’t put people aside when they’re dealing with the loss of loved ones

The loss of a job

I do bare minimal cause you do bare minimal when it’s a time that needs more. I can’t count on you being here.

I can’t count on anything or anyone right now and I’m starting to not care.

And when they look for me – I’ll be gone

I don’t know

This isn’t an easy fix

Don’t tell me to smile

So you can feel better about it

I’m not okay

Uncle James

Grandma

Chris

Job

Buster

Myself

Love

Love is trying to understand the other person and why they feel the way they do and why they are behaving the way they are.

Love isn’t to make them feel worse about themselves and like shit when they already do.

This isn’t getting better

My heart hurts

And I don’t see any reason to continue trying to be a person. No one cares about me anyways. Only at my best but never at my worst.

Conditional

And sad

Im nobody

Except for horrible

And alone.

I know now

That

Tomorrow

Won’t be any better

And I’ll still feel the same

Get treated the same

And be more sad and alone

My quality of life

Is shit

I’m sorry if I ever hurt anyone

I really didn’t mean to

I was hurting too

Too much

I’m taking off

I have enough money for gas

And some food

I can’t be here

There’s nothing left for me here

And I’m sick of taking people’s shit

And abuse

And neglect

Something snapped

I really don’t give a fuck

I learn from the best

That’s all

I won’t be writing for awhile

Wish me luck

Goodbye for now.

-kyoko Thursday February 13th 2020 6:47 pm

Goodbye buster

I don’t want to let you go

But I have to

Now I am truly alone

I don’t know

Isolation

Is making me

Feel worse

But I can’t go outside

And show the world my sad and bashful face

Everything lately just makes me

Not care

About

Anything

anymore

Don’t worry about me anyways

So

Maybe not this time around

But I’ll get it right

In my next life

Hopefully

But this one has really got me down

I don’t know if I want to turn around

And start a new day

It gets old

And I’m just getting older

While the world around me seems so much colder

(Than it did before )

And so far away

I have nothing more to say

Except I’m sorry

I’m sorry

But I just can’t do this anymore

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