A Message from MICHAEL'S heart.

sorry its too long this is the continue :

Would Ты prefer it when I was dead? или when I had never existed? But then Ты wouldn’t have my music! Would Ты like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My Музыка Ты Любовь though, don’t you? Just not me. But I create the Музыка to make Ты happy. Ты torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much еще than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I’ve дана you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of Ты ‘cause you’ve hurt me so badly. And I don’t even defend myself. I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe. But I have no choice, it’s the only way to protect myself. But Ты don’t like it when I protect myself. You’d prefer to kick a defenceless man in his face. but this favour I won’t do you. I don’t need to be ashamed for anything I’ve done. And as I can see at you, dear Unknown there are people who understand my message. My Друзья and me, we don’t go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of Ты even though Ты laugh at us and snap our Цветы off. Maybe Ты will understand not before not only the Цветы but the whole sun goes out. With my music, with what I do I would like to bring a light into the world. But is it necessary that I kill myself until someone believes me? And until someone believes me that I just want to do good things and that I suffer from your hate? But then Ты would be outraged: “And the children?!” Particularly Ты would say that, Ты who would Любовь the most to take my children away from me. Ты say they aren’t my children. Ты say I couldn’t educate them. How do Ты want to know this?! And is it important then what blood is flowing through their veins when I would die for them? Your jealousy and your hate make Ты blind for what Любовь means. Ты don’t know me; nevertheless Ты have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the пересекать, крест in the morning, Ты listen to my Музыка in the evening! That is not fair! Ты are not interested in what Ты write if it just attracts readers and causes headlines. But my name is enough to attract the people. Why is it always necessary to denounce me? Why don’t Ты write something positive, there Ты wouldn’t have to Поиск so long! Why do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t Ты see that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! Ты hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t there anybody who sees that I’m also a human being?! Where do Ты have your heart? Where do Ты have your mercy? Where do Ты have your love? If just one out of ten people who get this letter tries to understand me, already then my life is it worth being lived. Peace, Любовь and Kindness From my heart, Michael Jackson.”

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