and now I'm dying, as a message to the town this' what happens if you fuck around

I'm feeling very much on display. Stand me on a plinth and stare and stare and stare.

Let uneducated minds judge and those who ought to know better whisper.

I thought you were better than this. I really hoped you were.

I feel incredibly weary of this. I don't understand why it keeps happening. We should know better by now.

They don't even know me.

I'm starting to wonder if you do.

I pity you though. After tomorrow, well, I don't know who you have left to piss off. I don't like being harsh to people I honestly don't. But you need to know that it's not right. You need to know you're out of order.

You might not see it from where you stand right now but once we explain just, take a step back and look at yourself.

Are you happy doing this to people?

Do you honestly need the attention that much?

If you cry I will not be impressed.

Even if that is hypocritical.

I reckon we can get through this. I don't hold grudges. You seem sorry enough.

But did you even stop to think it's not just me you're hurting.

I don't care what they think of me. They've thought worse. I haven't done anything wrong.

But think about him.

You are fucking lucky he doesn't care so much about it anymore.

We might not be so close anymore, but I still confided in you and to have you frivolously tell strangers... This has happened with people other than me as well. Have you realised at all? You seem a bit wrapped up in your own problems. It's fair enough, essentially we are all self centred creatures and I haven't really been told full stories about what's going on with you but like, have the slightest bit of consideration for other people.

I'm sorry if you read this and it upsets you.

But I felt the need to say it.

I'm sure you understand?

Hopefully. Maybe. Eventually.