Suicide

I can see the scars that are left on my wrists.
But I can feel the scars that you left on my heart.
I know you won't ever be able to lift,
The pain that left me wounded as it tore me apart.

My life goes on and the sun still shines.
The laughter chimes on but all I do is cry.
I sit in the dark room and think to myself,
What did i do to desereve all this hell?

I wonder who would miss me if I ever died.
So I go find some paper and a long rope.
I wrote my confessions, that's the last time I cried.
I couldn't escape the pain, I could not cope.

My life has ended but the sun still shines.
The laughter chimes on but I can't cry.
I sit in the dark room and I praise myself.
I'm glad I did that cause it ended my hell.