If your reading this...

6:45pm 1-23-06
Dear Some one,
If your reading this, I'm dead
Your probably found me lying on my bed
with the perfect bullet hole
going straight through my head.

The blood on the walls tells my story, says it all.
The portrait of pain is what it painted as it fell

You never listened
You treated me different , and you never cared
All our hatred is floating through the air.
Now its over , theres no more tears
I ended all my confusions and fears
all my shame and all my hate
one pull of the trigger
and..it took Everything away.