Tears can not ease the now suffering of those that surround you. You have within your power the opportunity to change how these people behave, and you do nothing.
Silence is how I lived inside silent until now.
You have unleashed a power in me that will be your unraveling.
Time for you to think of me as your worst nightmare. The one that you die in? No, the one where they all hate you, laugh at you, tease you endlessly. And you have to take it.
Bittersweet the tears she cries are for your sick souls that have nothing but hatred and lies in them. Filth begets filth. All your so called friends are liars and so are you. Hate yourselves for hating me.
Then know in your minds you have created what is to come. There is nothing greater than the wrath of those so angered by ignorance. To spill upon the ground my heart is what you have succeeded in doing.
Your first mistake was coming at me with threats. Your second mistake was coming at me.
John
Michael had known for years John was a town drunk. He knew him when they were kids. But the suicide note didn't tell him much. John was angry about something but what? Jean told Michael she wanted to leave John but couldn't because of the children. The usual case of he did her wrong and she still loved him no matter what. But why now, why kill himself. John's lifeless body holding the gun lay there. Michael just couldn't understand why.
The blood stained note all that was left from years of drunkenness. Years of sorrow. Jean was free now but was she really? John had no money, no life insurance, he left her nothing. What now, what kind of investigation when he was labeled the town drunk, maybe open and shut.
Silence is how I lived inside silent until now.
You have unleashed a power in me that will be your unraveling.
Time for you to think of me as your worst nightmare. The one that you die in? No, the one where they all hate you, laugh at you, tease you endlessly. And you have to take it.
Bittersweet the tears she cries are for your sick souls that have nothing but hatred and lies in them. Filth begets filth. All your so called friends are liars and so are you. Hate yourselves for hating me.
Then know in your minds you have created what is to come. There is nothing greater than the wrath of those so angered by ignorance. To spill upon the ground my heart is what you have succeeded in doing.
Your first mistake was coming at me with threats. Your second mistake was coming at me.
John
Michael had known for years John was a town drunk. He knew him when they were kids. But the suicide note didn't tell him much. John was angry about something but what? Jean told Michael she wanted to leave John but couldn't because of the children. The usual case of he did her wrong and she still loved him no matter what. But why now, why kill himself. John's lifeless body holding the gun lay there. Michael just couldn't understand why.
The blood stained note all that was left from years of drunkenness. Years of sorrow. Jean was free now but was she really? John had no money, no life insurance, he left her nothing. What now, what kind of investigation when he was labeled the town drunk, maybe open and shut.
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