In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night, while I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight. You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate. You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take. So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind. And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind.

It's a shame that it had to be this way. It's not enough to say I'm sorry