My Last Hour

Sounds start to fade.
Visions start to blur.
the last thing I heard
was you, screaming my name.
I'm sorry for the disappointment.
I'm not perfect.
this disappointment will no longer
haunt me anymore.
I've tried and tried.
What you've wanted me to be
Perfect.
Theres no such thing.
Yet, mission attempt fail.
Goodbye...
As I close my eyes into eternal peace,
I whisper...
"I'm sorry..."

-A Perfectionist's Suicide.





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