The Note.

My goodbye will not be a special send off to the unknown.

It will be completely normal.

People will ask why I didn't say anything.

Maybe it was because of the hope that everything will be okay eventually.

Holding on hurts more than letting go.

Sitting in this classroom, being ignored.

This is a normal occurance.

I mean who would give an actual fuck about a nobody?

Someone who doesn't matter.

I won't be missed by many.

People would wonder what made me do it.

The answer is simple.

All of the people who are asking is my reason.

Why would they actually care if I was living or dead?

I am just a nobody.