पहली 20 पंक्तियाँ।
Waking up worthless.
Should have worked up the courage to
kill myself. Did I deserve this? The
Mona Lisa that sits upon my shelf. I
wasn't privy to purpose.
I wasn't really the perfect candidate.
A younger me would let it go to place.
My inhibitions are gone.
I had to do it the hard way. And you
were right all along.
I was addicted to heart.
I was addicted to love and I was so
rather
I'm tired
of looking for peace that I've been
promised. The friends I admire
have all grown up and turned to liars.
They tell me they get it.
the over rehearsed. I'm doing fine.
Goodbye. A lonely hill to have to climb.
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