Oh no...

Oh no...

I did something bad,

but I couldn't mange to get it all down.

It's like swallowing any chance I have at transitioning.

I guess I'm not ready to leave yet.

Don't worry I'm okay.

Oh no...

I regret all my disions.

Maybe I should've swallowed my life,

but why?

Why does hurt so bad to know I'm alive;

to know I spit it back out and flushed it away.

All the sad memories....

I keep thinking where I'd be right now if I just did it...

I'd be dead.

No one knew and no one would've cared.

People seem to have plently of fun without me,

so I'm just slowing pushing them away.

Or maybe they walked away willingly.

Oh no...

I wish I would've done it again.

This time I'm crying

and trying

to hold back these scary thoughts,

but no matter how much at look at it from anyones perspective-

My death wouldn't have matter...

Oh no....

Author Notes: Oh no....our table.....it's broken....