By the time you're reading this I'm already gone
And you're probably thinking "What took her so long?"
I thought I could hold on
I thought I could be strong
But the light was fading
My dusk turned into dawn

I spent too many hours
Crying over things
Things that didn't matter
Not now at least

There's nothing you can do
I'm gone, I'm dead
I bet it's a relief for you

I was a waste of money
Of time, of space, of life
I knew it from the start
My life would never last

So here I am, a gun in hand
As I take my final breath
There's nothing you can do
Because now I'm greeting death.

~Authors note~
That was not my suicide note! Okay? It was a story/poem from my weird head! Sorry if that caused anyone to freak out!