A Suicide Letter Because
you turned the headlights of your car on before you started the engine, and told people things they couldn't possibly have cared less about, and you drank too much coffee and as a result went to school feeling queasy and always forgot, always forget, always forgot-forget, and you were silent when you should have spoken with the nerve to tell them who or what you really were, and you had no difficulty solving other people's problems but could never solve your own, and you were bad and there was no reason why anyone should have cared, and scars faded fast after a few days, leaving nothing to feel, and all you ever wanted was someone who would make a difference, and you achieved nothing but had spent your whole life working towards it.
