DyingI'm dying.And you don't even care.You're a liar and a thief, and I have to fight alone. I know the real world, and I know my world, and to me, they're both going to end. Sometimes I think I'm just one of those people who won't ever find anyone, but it makes sense. Why would I have a soul mate if I'm just going to die soon?I keep dreaming about it. And you don't even care. Sometimes I think death is the only way to make people see. The dreams, though, right? Car crashes. Cancer. Something always gets me. How sad. And I can never seem to remember dying. In the visions, I'm already dead.and I lay there, alone, in the darkness, staring at my hands in front of my face.they fall onto my forehead and I sob.i'll never turn nineteen.
Burningdo you love me?there's nothing left for you to say. mostly because you fell asleep. maybe because we're all playing pretend. we're idiots, you know, the whole hand of us.i'm sick ofgames.actually, i'm sick of everything.my head is starting to spin without me having to take a pill. my eyes get heavy when i haven't had a drink. am i becoming what i want to, now? am i going to start getting dizzy and tasting colors?i'm lost.i deserve to die.because let me tell you a secret.i am a bad persondisguisedas a good person.that's what everyone is, my dearthat's what everyoneis.i got invited into burning bridges, and i said yeah, i can play some drums for you, but you have to let me be your beat first. and they said okay and i said i just wanted to become famous so i wouldn't have to have a real life.so that's what i'm going to do.and you don't have to worry, because i deserveto hide.
Part 3day 21 someone you judged by their first impressionKen I barely remember you. I remember, you were the odd one out in our kindergarten class, and they all yelled at you, and told you that you smelled like ashes and burning bones. They yelled at you, and we were your only two friends, and maybe you and Amanda fell in love, but I'll never know. I'll never remember your full name, and I'll never be invited to your wedding when you marry the new Mrs. Ken.day 22 someone you want to give a second chance toJazmin Oh, my dear, your name tells me about running barefoot through forests, and giving up the land you love and going to college for free. I wish you could've hit me over the head with a golf club, so I could've loved you (I love dysfunctionalit
Part 2day 11 a deceased person you wish you could talk toGrandma M I don't even know your first name. You died when I was two, and I can't even place you in pictures. I wonder why my Dad is who he is. I wonder alot of things, alot of things I can't ever ask you about. I wasn't older, not fast enough. And you didn't stay long enough. You left. The smoke filled your lungs, just like it will fill mine, and you left, just like I will.day 12 the person you hate most/caused you a lot of painMom A lot of people have hurt me, left me behind. But you are the worst, you have ripped my heart out and taken a bite. You have burned me, you have left me in your trail. All because I didn't turn out exactly how you wanted me to. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't lov