Dear Nobody

Dear nobody,
I don't want to scrape myself up off the floor, only to hit it again.
I choose my weapon against reality.
Pleasure at every scratch of my blade.
You have done this too much for it to be accidents or one time heart breaks.
Fuck reality, to hell with dreams.
I don't give two shits about anything anymore.
I will be avoiding human contact inside me head until further notice.
Have fun leading your pointless lives, pretending to care for others.
Boom.
It's over, no pain, only release.
No tears from me, if you cared you would be happy that I am finally happy.
Seeing that look of disbeleif disgusts me.
Why do people pry into my life trying to "help" me?
Step by step I head toward the end.
I am finally free, released, dead.
You can look at that stone all you want, but I am never coming back.