Why I Ended It Between Us

I’d rather you have an angry memory of me Saying “Screw him, he’s nothing to me” whenever my name is brought up Than a sad memory of me You balling your eyes out whenever my name is brought up Thinking it’s your fault I’m gone Saying “I should’ve seen that he needed help, I should’ve helped him myself” When in reality baby, I would’ve shown you false emotions to further hide my true self Telling you “I’m all better now, you don’t have to worry about me ever again” Then turn around the next minute and put a bullet in my skull to end all my mental pain See in our society, I’m ashamed to have this feeling of wanting to end it all. Suicidal people are treated like their special cases But as soon as you see someone for your suicidal thoughts They brand you a misfit and it goes on your record that you feel this way After this you can’t buy a house, car, dog, or get a good job You can't even attempt to rename yourself Bob Because they see you as a risk to both society and yourself And that's why I, like many others before, am contemplating killing myself So yes that’s the reason why I ended it between us I did it for you, to save you the heartbreak. Rather you damn my soul to the furthest pits of Hell As it’ll show you care or did care just a little bit Than have you at home crying day in & day out about me When I said I love you, I really meant it I don’t know though Maybe you’ll see me again, maybe not