Sometimes, I want to scream
Sometimes, I want to cry
Sometimes, I want to leave,
and never come back
Sometimes, I want to end it all
With that fatal bullet
When this happens, I think of
How they would love to see
Me break, to see me fall
I think of the pain I would
Cause those who love me
Most of all, I think
of the selfishness of the act
To stop this suffering
I obviously deserve.
Why do I think this way?
Because he used me
Abused me, made me hate myself
At least he's happy though.
That's all that matters, right?
That's what I tell myself,
to make it through the day. </3