Though the problem was mine,
The reason was you.
Though you were there in pain,
But the painkiller was not you,
Though the bruises was mine,
But the reason was you.
There are chains over my mind and heart,
The chains are you,
While I slit my wrist,
The blade was mine,
But the blade was you.
Though the note was in my hands,
It was you're weight that sffocated me.