Everything you touch will die,
Everyone you love will cry.
To be associated with you is pain,
There is nothing to be gained.

To be miserable is to embrace you,
No matter what I try to do.
Self-harm is hidden from your sight,
For you love this awful plight.

One day it will change,
Happiness is within range.
I need to last until that time,
When the exit bell will chime.

I will be gone like those you have lost,
For you have ruined me with frost.
Unlike those who have died,
My departure will be a chosen ride.