For I am Lenore

FOR I AM LENORE
My parents were truly great people, raised me the best they could, loved me, everything you could ask for from a parent

My parents had painted angels on my ceiling for me when i was born
For i am "the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels had named Lenore"

I know it will hurt them the most especially since they thought I was getting better
I was getting better
But now im only getting worse again
This is how it will always be
For i am Lenore someone who just wasnt meant to be happy

As i sat down to write my note i started to feel tired
For i am Lenore and have grown very tired from fighting all these years

Except this is a different type of tired
A peaceful tired
Of course when I say this i am lying im just saying what i think will make it easier for others
For maybe it will bring some comfort for them to believe i am finally in peace
The type after a long night of driving and you can finally sleep knowing you are safe in your bed
I will never nor have i ever known this feeling
I just cannot keep this up
It is not glady that i leave you with this
For i am Lenore and maybe those angels knew exactly what they were doing when they made me

It was just a simple note to say sorry, sorry that i had to leave them behind, sorry i couldn't fight any longer, sorry for how much it was gonna hurt because as much i feel no one cares i know deep down they will and mostly sorry to person who is going to find me

With blood dripping down my arms i let the note fall to the side of the bath

Of course the last moments of my life should ateast to the rest always regretting the decisions ive made

With blood that is seeping so fast and this sleep that is so ready to take me, it is now i realise i made the wrong choice
But i am already too far gone and for now i must go home to the angels who have named me
For i was Lenore