Why Can't We All Feel Like Gifts From God?

Entry #37-The End

Dear Mother or anyone who happens to see this,

I’ve decided to end my life.

All my life I’ve been through hell.

I’ve done things that I used to regret but I don’t now.

I’ve tried many types of drugs, I’ve had sex with random strangers.

I’ve also had a parent leave me in my time of struggle.

I’ve never had some one to truly care about me.

Mother, you don’t care about me you pay someone to.

If you loved me I wouldn’t be locked up in my room like this.

If you cared about me I wouldn’t have done all the things I did.

If you took a moment to tell me you love me like you used to maybe you wouldn’t be reading this.

If you are wondering why I’ve decided suicide it’s mostly because of you.

Yup, I hope you read this and feel like SHIT.

Because you deserve to feel like SHIT!

I’ve never believed it God.

You may have but I didn’t.

You used to always tell me I was a gift from God.

But why would God want his gift to live a life like this?

Why would you tell me a lie?

Because if I was truly a gift from God

You wouldn’t treat me like this.

I’m done.

I’m done with you.

I’m done with everything that has to do with life.

I probably will see you again, in hell.

I hope you like the heat.

Goodbye stranger.

♠ ♠ ♠

I hope you guys like the final chapter! It was kind of a mix of a suicide letter and a hate letter,

but I am going to go post the summary for the sequel right now!

I hope to start the sequel soon so be ready for it (:
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Have a great day (:

xoxo

erinthepoet9 (: