When I made the decision to leave behind everything that I loved, it wasn't my choice, it wasn't me giving you enough.

When I endowed with you my trust, it wasn't my intention to surrender to your endless suffering attention.

I was never enough for you, never the boy you wanted, I never earned your hate, always avoiding being confronted.

You hated when I would cry, hating me, cursing me, telling me to die.

And now the thin red marks, lining my wrists, show everyone how much I will never be missed.

When my life ends soon, they should all blame you, the one who said never to yourself should you stay true.