eminem

we talked. there is no hope for us.

i just decide i will kill myself. i'll really do. after i see him one last time, 3 months later.

no hope for me. im not gonna better. i can't heal. i'm just broken. you can't fix broken glass. i'm that glass.

think like that, i have a cancer stage 4. no hope, i only have 3 months to live. but i can't even live these months because of pain. this pain inside of me. in my heart, in my chest. its really hurts. so damn hurts. i cant stand.

i don't listen you anymore. even you can't help me this time. but thank you fot saving me for 12 years. so i could listen you alive, and i could met him. i had a chance to love him. he loved me too, short but perfect. first time i felt beautiful and loved. it was so wonderful. i thank him too. he is really good person belive me. better than angels. i mean it.

i lost him. it is my fault. he was my family, friends, cats, dreams, future. i lost him. so you see i lost my everthing. i did it. i deserve to death. i am like dead anyway. no eat, no drink. just standing for see him last time. for one las hug, maybe kiss if he let me. one last goodbye. and i will be gone.

sorry.