tear stained letters
(you selfish bitch, if you're not sorry now, you sure as hell will be)
[Suicide:] The act in which one selfish bitch leaves behind her best goddamn friend alone in the world with out a thought. Something only a douche does.
Word Usage: Skye committed suicide on the 12th of November in the year 2011, like a little shit who doesn't care about the poor fuckers she left behind.
-From the mind of Massie Block
Dear S,
You selfish little bitch. I hope you die, oh wait, you already did. And you left me behind. The bullet took two lives, but only one body. Hope you know that bitch.
-M
Dear S,
Did you ever think about anyone else, or was your pain the only one that matter, huh? Fuck you, for the rest of your afterlife.
-M
Dear S,
I hope you're happy. I hope you have everything you goddamn wanted. I hope wherever you are, is better than this hellhole. I hope you know, you fucking took my hope with you.
-M
Dear S,
How long were you planning? How long did you sit there and think about it? How many times when we were sitting on the cliffs, did you think about leaning forward and off? How many times did you want to over-dose when we were popping pills? How many days did you want to leave me, you little selfish shit. How many?
-M
Dear S,
You're pathetic.
-M
Dear S,
You thought it was hard living life before? Try now. Try living it like I am. That's hard bitch. That's fucking hard.
-M
Dear S,
I wish you'd come back. So I could fucking beat your selfish ass up. But I can't; because you're gone. And you're never coming back.
-M
Dear S,
Do bitches go to heaven? I wish you hell, but I don't want you there. Maybe because you're so goddamn you, that they'll make an exception and let you in, up at heaven. I imagine they would, you're Skye Hamilton, for god's sake.
-M
Dear S,
Do you ever watch us down here? What do you see? Do you see your ever-high boyfriend smoking off his pain. Do you see your parents trying to buy the whole world up, one business at a time, since they can't buy you back? Do you see me popping pills like I've never done anything else in my life? Do you see me, one drunk hook up after another, with all your old ones, hoping it'll bring me close to you. Do you see me at the cliff where we used to get stone, wishing the wind would' blow me off it for once? Do you see me? Do you even look for me? Because I look for you all the time, but all I ever find is dust.
-M
Dear S,
Suicide is for the weak, you pathetic bitch. Didn't we agree years ago we'd never be weak?
-M
Dear S,
Would you write back for once in you're damn life? Oh right, its not life anymore, its cold hard empty death. You're dead. How could I ever forget?
-M
Dear S,
Do you even regret it?
-M
Dear S,
I got so high, I thought I saw you for a second, just a blonde shining glimmer and bright blue eyes, and then nothing. Just like what I'm left with, nothing.
-M
Dear S,
I wonder how a person sells there soul, if they don't have one. I think mine is gone, but I was thinking maybe if I found it, I could sell it, so I could see you again.
-M
Dear S,
I heard some bitch in the hallway at the hellhole of a school we used to go to sometimes whisper to her friend when she saw me. Wonder what she was saying. Something along the lines of, "That's the Block whore, I hear she hasn't been sober since the funeral". The bitch is wrong. I got high before the funeral, and I get sober enough each day to write you're fucking letters, so my hands won't shake so much.
-M