Suicide

The pain that hurts.

The pain that kills me,

With each individual slice.

The pain that'll send me to my grave...

The pain and tears that are left,

In the crimson red on the floor.

The memories I gave up for you.

The life I took for you.

All of this pain was for you.

Was this pain worth it?

Were you even worth it?

Were you worth me waiting sixteen years to do this?

Were you worth me sitting back,

Watching you hit me like a dummy?

Were you worth letting me sit through all that pain?

Was I even worth it?

Was I just worthless?

No...

But as the crimson red fills the floor.

And the light brightens,

I am gone.