i committed suicide, and all i got was this stupid fucking t-shirt.

"i'm only promising the worst

because that is all i can hope for.

i'll swing here gently.

i'll bleed here slowly.

oh dear God, i can only hope for one happy breath.

i wish the air in my lungs were that of a different life.

honesty is honestly the only thing i needed.

i'm not being pessimistic,

i'm a realist and this really is my life.

i suppose i can change my mind

and walk a new path,

learn to live again.

i'm glad it's never too late to start over.
and it will all start with a brand new breath."

signed,

the corpse in the room.