Everyone has an expiry date, I'm sorry mine is so soon.

You won't miss me, no matter how much you promise, you'll move on.

Everyone does.

I'd blame my tiredness on my anemia, to bad that's not even half of the problem.

I wish I could have a lot of people there to bid me farewell, but the more friends means the more headaches and more heartache.

Is it too much to ask, for you to lie to me?

Lie to me for the rest of my life, yes, that is too much.

I know how much you hate me, I'll pretend it doesn't hurt me.

I can't be selfish, you've used me and moved on.

I guess the last breaths I take will be alone.

But you're not sorry, for speeding this along.

Sorry for the random things, I don't expect anyone to read this.

This is just to let everything off my chest.

They're just words that'll be lost in cyber-space.