Suicide Note.

im sitting here.

waiting.

for something.

nothing seems to be right.

nd im spiriling down.

i need guidance.

i know im not right.

i know im not perfect.

i know wat i want.

or do i?

i honestly have no clue anymore.

my friends r cool.

at times.

bt they like talking trash.

about me.

so now im on this roof top.

thinking of wat ive done.

with the city fast asleep.

and a note on the table.

they will not know.

until its too late.

this note explains.

my feelings.

my hopes.

my dreams.

that were shattered.

it goes on.

saying its not your fault.

Mom.

Dad.

Chelsey.

Carli.

i love you all.

bt today is the today.

that i have to say goodbye.