| ~ Writings | To Anyone ~ |
| To Anyone, Don't blame me. I realize that I am the one lying here, probably with my own fingers still wrapped around the gun, but I didn't do it. Yes, as you examine my body, and fingerprint the weapon, you will find that I did seem to pull the very trigger. But be sure not to blame me. It was not really me, who drove myself to this death. It was all the lies, and ridicule in which I have endured for all these endless years. It wasn't fair. I had been blamed for things, in which I had never done, and beaten senseless, by the words of people I didn't even know. My life seemed to have come to a dead end. There was no reason for it anymore. Every time, in which I tried to move forward, someone, or something was always in my way. I had been drug up and down so many times that I didn't even know the difference between the two anymore, I needed to get out. Don't blame me. It was the face of my best friend laughing and pointing at me, the abandonment by my peers and the pure hatred in my mother's eyes that pulled the trigger. I was alone. No one was listening. This was not a suicide. It was a murder. A murder that had taken my life even before I was physically gone. It wasn't my fault. |
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