Goodbye
Don't cry.

It's creeping closer
I'm already disappearing.
I've got no life left in me to lose.

Good-luck honey,
You won't miss me when I'm gone will you?
You'll be sad at first.
You'll wonder why I did it.
You'll think about about what a bloody foul thing it was to do to myself.
And how I managed to cope with the pain.
How I gathered together the last cookie crumbs of courage I had to finally take my life.

You'll feel a little guilty.
Was it your fault that I took my life?
Could you have stopped me?

Then you'll get over it.
You'll move on.
You all will.
I was such a fool to think I was ever loved
And what an idiot I was to think I was ever wanted here.

I'm not meant to have those things called friends.
They're for people with intellegence, with wit, with talent.
They're for people who have the personalities to be liked. Loved.
And I am not liked.
And I should never be loved.
Who can love a corpse?
Especially, when the corpse is still crying.

Forget meeting me,
Regret knowing me.
You would have worn black to my wedding and you will now wear white to my funeral.
Laugh at the music I used to be in love with.
Smile at eachother while the pastor talks about my life.

Goodbye.
Don't cry.
This is a joke isn't it?
A practise funeral until the next important person dies.
But me... I'm nothing but a whore
Who refuses to be deciplined

Now, dance to the organ.
While I sink into the ground.
Giggle during the prayer
And while my mother sings.

Goodbye.
Don't cry.
Smile. Or better yet... complain about how boring the sermon is.

Goodbye.
Don't cry.
Whatever you do
.......don't cry.