You’re never coming back.
Do you know how painful it is to have to live with that thought running through my head?
No, you don’t because you’re no longer here.
So fuck you for leaving me on this godforsaken planet.
Fuck you for leaving me when I needed you.
Fuck you for doing this to me.
You have no fucking idea how much your suicide affected me.
Hell, no one has any clue as to how much it hurt me.
I’m here, I’m alive and you’re buried 6ft underground where you don’t fucking belong.
You’re supposed to be here with me.
We’re supposed to go on road trips together and listen to shitty music and fucking sing along and tell each other everything and watch some shitty fucking shows together.
I need you here so we can skype and you can tell me how stupid I am and remind me that you’re here.
I need you to fucking be alive for me and you fucking can’t be.
You left me here alone and I fucking hate it.
I hate myself because I couldn’t help you.
I hate that I couldn’t fucking say anything to make you feel any better.
Fuck you for leaving me here.
Little by Little, We Can All Do a Lot.