Suicide Note

If you have this,
I am either dead or dying.
I have too much damage,
lost too much blood,
no one can save me.
I'm gone.
Maybe you should have thought about that,
before you pushed me this far.
To those I loved,
and those who loved me,
it's not your fault.
It's not anyone's.
Just mine.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I can't come back.
I'm sorry I couldn't stop this.
I'm sorry I couldn't find a better way to cope.
But I'm sure we'll meet again.
'Cuz in this shitty world,
you cared for me.
You helped me,
or us,
or we,
or any of the other suicidal people here.
You can't change us.
You can't fix our minds to see what's 'right'.
No one can.
It's stupid to even try.
Changing a person is like taking away their soul,
it's sick.
And there will always be people who hate me,
and will be glad I'm gone,
and wish I was never born,
and think I'm selfish,
for 'taking my life'.
That's a lie.
You can't take a life.
You can either give or end.
I give.
I give my life as a sign,
a memorial,
a reminder,
of what people like you can do.
Hope you're happy.
You don't realize,
even if we wear pink,
or have pretty blonde hair,
or wear an idiotic smile,
that we can be upset.
And you take those emotions,
and twist them, until we think:
"Okay, take the knife, it'll be over quickly, it's fine, no one will miss you anyway."
And I did.
I took a blade,
and gave my life to you.
Remember me,
forget me,
I don't care.
So long as my pain is gone,
I'm happy.
Goodbye.
Love,