You.

  To the me I'm looking at.

  I wish things would

  have ended for us

  on different terms.

  I didn't want to die.

  I thought he loved me.

  I thought he cared

  for me.

  I thought he wanted

  the best for me but

  it was all some

  sick lie.

  You.

  To the one who is staring

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  at me.

  I'm glad things ended

  the way they did.

  I wanted to die.

  I know he loves me.

  I know he cares for me.

  I know that he wants the

  best for me and it

  isn't some

  sick lie.

  No……

  I can't stand this.

  The way my mind

  is thinking.

  The person in the

  mirror pulls me

  in and everything

  flashes to black.

  Once I gain consciousness,

  I open my eyes to a

  day I always

  revist.

  A day I love and

  DESPISE.

  IT'S WHAT I DESERVED.

  For being such

  a spoiled loser.