P.S i love you

Im not the prettiest. Im not the skinniest. Im not perfect. I have flaws. many.

i gossip i cry,

i sit here waiting to die,

Heaven or Hell,

I did not succeed,

I know i didnt indeed.

Wolves have sharp, flesh-tearing claws,

Witch i wish would dig in my skin for all my flaws.

Just a couple deep scractches,

Then my heart will be sowed with many patches.

I want one wish, a quite simple wish,

Just a simple kiss.

But nobody will dare,

Nobody ever even cared.

Im wanting to die,

Or to be buried alive.

Committing suicide might be scary,

But in the end I will be happy, merry.

I will be with dead bodies, by the pile,

But if you see my face ill have a huge smile.

For when im cremated, six feet under the ground,

I wont even weigh a single pound.

I would lay still, lifeless there,

My soul empty, bear.

My happiness will be great,

Thats not a debate.

Next time i lie, i will die.

Goodbye today, Hello no tomorrow.

And I wont be crying when im dying,

Because that meant i was lying.

I probably lied to you,

But you probably already knew.

I wish you the best,

But with my luck it will be a fucked up mess.

In my coffin i want to be wearing a bloody dress,

To show my parents how i thought i looked my best.

Today is almost gone,

So goodbye crapy life, so long.

But i have to say one more thing,

Before i actually do this thing

P.S. I love you.