Thanks.

I'm not worth it.
It's time to face the fact that I should be gone.
I'd like to give up and give in.
But who am I to decide my fate.
It's their choice.
They are the block in my path of destruction.
I wish they'd move.
I'd be better gone.
One day I'll do it though,
so you shouldn't worry to much about me.
Just putting it out there.
I've been used betrayed and broken.
I'd like to say "What hasn't killed me yet, has made me stronger."
But it hasn't, it's slowly been eating away at me.
The guilt is filling my 'heart'.
The pain has taken about 1/3 of my brain.
The unsaid words have filled my lungs, their chocking me from the back of my tongue.
I know it's not my fault, but in a way it is.
I shouldn't have let myself get to close, but it's to late to take it back now.
But, when I'm gone. I'll be free of the voice's, pain, words and the guilt that I've had to bear from others.
I'd like to say a pleasant "thank you" from permanently fucking me up.