Dear death,

  When you take me, when my time has come please don't let anyone know where I come from or where my life begun cause if they knew they would feel pity

I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my family, I hate everything, but it's ok eventually things get better right? That's what we learn when we're young, only for some to get lied to

We get enjoyment of hurting ourselves or one another in our own sick twisted ways, most we hurt never recover from the pain

When my time has come please don't let anyone I know or love hurt one another when I'm done nor blame themselves, don't let me be forgotten and most importantly... Let everyone I care deeply about know I love them
                
Sincerely,
a troubled and lost soul