The Easiest thing

I will not leave your mind,
I will not give you peace,
You won’t get back what you took
I won’t let you get away with so much ease.
You said it was over and ran out the door,
I screamed and I cried,
And I pounded the floor.
I shakily stood up,
And looked in the mirror,
And through my swollen eyes
It suddenly got clearer.
What was the point
In continuing on,
Why go on caring,
If it is all gone,
Why think about us
When I’m stuck in a ditch,
Why care about you
When you think I’m a b itch,
So the easiest thing,
I guess to do,
Is to kill myself,
Why, wouldn’t you?