a note to everyone

sorry is probably not the word you want to hear from me yet I think you will probably approve of it I am tired tired of always being threatened tired of being told thing that I can clearly see but try to ignore I wish you knew how much I try to control myself but I am slowly losing myself my one-way ticket out of this is death I wanna die I wanna be forgotten I wanna be in hell were I know I belong for all I care as long as I face physical pain internal pain is on thing I wanna lose I'm sorry to everyone who met and love me please don't show up to my burial P.S The hurt Kutloano