It was never my intention to take it this far. But the evil gets inside you like a poison, spreading slowly, and unstoppably. And now it pulses through me. It's a hatred. A vendetta against the man who has done nothing wrong, but who had everything that I once held dear.
I didn't want to hurt Clarke when I came back at the beginning of it all. I wanted to help him. To make him the man he needed to be. And though I succeeded, I broke myself.
I know I put myself in this situation. I know that Clarke has done nothing but live his life. Yet like all things, after enough time passes, the truth no longer matters. There are times when I've gone too far, and he has as well. It has become more personal than ever it was meant to be. The bastard would deny it, but he's not always such a knight in shining armor.
I'm convinced that Lois knew, but then why did she not reveal who I am to Clarke? Why didn't she tear away the lie that is Lex luthor? Everyday, I long to hold her just one more time, to have her look in my eyes, and say she loves me.
But that will never happen now. I went too far. I broke my own rules, and now the woman I love lies six feet under the ground. So I'm ending the show. I'm signing off my final farewell for the entire world to see. The truth needs to be heard, and these pitiful people need to know about the villain that lies in the heart of their greatest hero. They need to know about me. Though I know that I've done crimes beyond forgiveness, and Clarke is the better man, I cannot help but feel somewhat satisfied that the people of the world will no longer believe in superman once they learn what he becomes.
I won't last long now. I'm done. It's time to stop fighting the kryptonite that the caped bastard used on me, long ago in the future. I shall welcome death. It is better than the bitterness of my endless days. It is better than fighting my younger half any longer.
Sincerely, Clarke Kent. A.K.A Lex Luthor.