I want to commit suicideMature

I want to commit suicide
But I don’t want all my stuff analysed
It comforts you to believe the lies
That what I googled 2 hours ago,
Is the reason for my demise

It allows you to hide
Behind the truth that it was you
It was everyday, the shit you threw
It’s people asking what’s wrong,
and you replying ‘she’s just blue’ 

It may be selfish to deprive you of that
But in my death, I want it to be known
I do not hate the earth, or love to moan
I hate this situation, and I hate me
I just feel helpless and alone

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